meaning of poem,

 in the chapter missing

words – carry no weight

This isnt Venice

at least, not as what i imaged.

when all the glory fades, I begin to understand,

you wont find her at day time.

 

Leaving behind

is the only way to measure missing.

Loneliness in the air

when the calling is on

Lives under burning sun

no mater how harsh it is,

always move on.

Blossom in your own way

is more than enough.

Lose – is a must

lose focus,
lose yourself,
loose all the strings,
once in a while

and, maybe,
life will surprises you,
in its own way

so, this could have been a dream

when time pass, memories fade
things start to become hazy

reality is like the water paddled by the old man

it was there

and,

no longer there

Fading

is not goodbye.

 

Vagueness makes the art

In the end, vagueness makes the art.

just like our lives, those can’t be seen through always stay