Hills

             it's been a while i walk in to that hills. i can feel the green grass, the butterflies flying up in my head, even the trees welcoming me dancing. sometimes i just lay down watching the skies, try to touch it but it's too far away. i can be here anytime i want althought i'm busy with my real world, but in this hills i feel free, i can be anyone i want. i don't have to pretend, the hills know me better than i am. and sometimes i'm struggling to climb the hills, i'm too weak. the last time i came to that hills, everything's perfect, the sun brighter more than before, my hand full with puffy cloud, my favorite things are also there.
           i left, yes i left for searching some chanches in world. but after i return there, nothing left. all burn in fire. no more dancing trees, no more butterflies, my favorite things are also gone. anger, sadness, heartache, guilt. but i ain't no power to scream, to cry. and here i am, watching and waiting the hills from across the sea.