Guardian Ang,
I became aware...

Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...

The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...

I can hear your airless call,
Sprawly in fall...

In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...

I picture you as one,
You’re part of the vacuous society...

Strings played in distress
Catalyze the resonance...

Everyday,
I wake up to the screams of this world...

Rather than frightened
Doing nothing...

Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing...

Do you know
What no one knows...

Though I shed no tears,
I am crying...