Guardian Ang,
I became aware...

I found a dandelion,
That once someone picked...

I picture you as one,
You’re part of the vacuous society...

Everyday,
I wake up to the screams of this world...

I can hear your airless call,
Sprawly in fall...

For once,
If I stopped healing...

Where am I living,
How am I living...

Though I shed no tears,
I am crying...

The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...

Strings played in distress
Catalyze the resonance...

Rather than frightened
Doing nothing...

The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...