Doubt & Trust

小さいの祈り.

But no one's there again.
The moon...since when did it got so big and close?

The dandelions seeds gently fly about in the breeze.
As the rain drops falls off the leaves.

The steaming mug of coffee left the imprint on the papers.
The clear night sky with the stars shining bright.

No stars for me.

Many a time, I wonder why trust had to come even though the doubt will always be there.
Many a time, the past comes to haunt like a faded chapter of a manuscript.

Perhaps it is time to let loose.