2010-02-19 13:37:18Gwen Lee
Apple Latte
Wake up early in the morning.
Have a cup of apple latte.
Air is freezing and silent.
Time goes by. I still stand in the same place.
Can't move any further.
I'm lost again.
Music heals my wounds but isn't able to comfort me.
I hesitate.
Nothing holding in my hands, then I am insecure.
Just let me see a little sunshine, please.
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