Shattered glasses of my broken affection

A day in life, the day I won’t put in my chronicle of journey
As days go by, as time ticks so slowly, followed by the wind blows

Shattered pieces of my broken affection give me wings to fly whenever I want
Why I am choosing to stay? For those? or for love?

I am loosing my control, my mind my dear…

I am loosing my eclectic control
Removed by the ship of my state of heart
Whispering me.. sail away …. sail away

I am here for my hope
Crawled and faded away along with my shattered pieces

I am ready to stay… yet again
Standing on my weaknesses…

three dots resemble to three lines in a chapter

Missing you in different translation and even interpretation...
Losing you is a disaster within the deepest spacious hollow room of heart
All I need is affection, beneath the cloud darkest hour