My Dear,

I would like to summon you as my friend, but the world calls you the 'Nihilist Penguin'. I'm mooning over you. When I close my eyes, I can see you glace at my face, for the one last time. I could feel you. I could feel your voice go mute. I could feel your eyes go straight as an arrow. I could feel your ears sound muffled. I could feel your people baffle to your emotions. I could feel your silence doesn't upset them. I could feel your yearning to exit. I could feel your heart pounding for desolation. Let them call you weak, depressed or somber. I call you 'FREEDOM' Freedom to not to cry. not to laugh. not to think. not to breathe. Freedom to DESERT. @Carolin Ruth