Paraphrasing

" It's cold... " ,

words that echo in a simple inane mind of mine.

The sun glared with it's magnificent light. Provides it's heat

throughout the horizontal land.

The flowers and birds are dancing joyfully and innocently

in the new spring breeze of this season.

" It's still cold... "

My ordinary pairs of feet and hand affirmed the proclamation

" Empty... "

It's like being in glass... an empty enclosed glass

Let you see everything outside you but

trapping you from ever being part of it.

Is that how birds felt when they were inside

a cage? no matter how vast it is, how

exquisite it is decorated, how generously

filled it is?

At least I feel something...

Is is enough?

suffocating

frustrating

At least give me disappearance...

The powerless me that holds onto a faint strength.