PaperPlane;

"How nice is it when the spring brezee caressing your cheek softly?

How nice is it when you see the autumn leaves falling down and decorating the ground so beautifully?

How fun is it when you are walking under snowflakes or playing a snowball fight and smiling like a child?

Or maybe in summer? You can enjoy the hot weather and going to swimming pool with your friends.

Maybe that's all just a little thing to many people out there, but it's different for me.

I want to feel that. I want to feel the spring brezee, I want to see autumn leaves falling from their tree, I want to feel how freezing the winter is, I want to walking under the sun which is burning my skin.

But I can't. But it's okay, I think.

I still can see a clear sky from my windows, I still can see bright stars that always accompany me in a cold night.

And I lucky enough, they are still there"

I folded again a paper in my hand to it earlier shape, a paper plane. It's beautiful. The loneliness in every words is just so...beautiful.

I raised my head and took a look from the gate. The house is so quite, seems like no one here.

I couldn't help but disappointed.

"I wish I can see the writer of this..." I sighed.

I decided to leave and turned my back, but something catched my eyes.

Someone is standing behind the curtain from one of the window in second floor, staring at the twilight blankly.

Maybe that person isn't aware of my presence yet.

That person opening the curtain slowly, and I just stand there, unable to move my body.

Breathtaking.

PaperPlane;