[Drowing] Relief

With a cup of hot coffee I sat alone all day waiting for relief that never came.

By and by, the original vivid feeling become vague and finally become part of my memories. Unconsciously, the pains once brought me tons of tears fade away; Silently, the felicities that I sware to myself to memorize for good die away. I ask to myself, what can't be forgot after all. What kind of relief on earth I begged for so long?

I draw a lot recently, maybe that's kind of relief. Longing for piece make me wanna keep silent and cease to talk and argue. Everytime the war begins, I give the battle. Expressing myself by drawing can really comfort me and make me away from racket.

I wish nothing would mar the placidity of my life.