燕子＋暘光

My brain lives with a worm.
Sometime it rests like a mummy but
sometime it jumps like a locust.
My heart plants with a plant.
When it sleep, it looks like a stone.
When it burst, it grows like the jungle.

The worm is not belong to me,
but I am just nothing more its pet.
If I don't listen to it what it think,
it will hum and hum till me crazy.

The plant is deep in my heart,
and I have no more water to water.
The tear is too salty to drink and
the blood is too dense to suck.

They live with me and deeply inside me but not me.
It must be someone with the patience and feeling
to hypnotize my worn and water my plant.
It must be someone.

PS.
This words sounds like a children's poet.
Maybe I will draw some paintings for it.
However, it's too cruel to a child to know this.