Ending August

it's so peaceful that is kinda chaotic Full of chaos indeed, couldn't measure the silence It's so good to be alone Your loneliest time is too good to bear with Let the spice, chill you up Too good to fly into the clouds Let the air, eat you Be fed up with courage Let your stomach be full Not to fell in ill Let your feet be ahead of you In making decisions that is terrible Deciding what to wear Whether a good expression Or a bad mood, just you decide