Shrunk in some random thoughts of a stark emptiness, where nothing exists… Where I live alone... its not that I really like it here… but it has become my home...
All that was to be, and what can be, is deep dug somewhere, where nothing matters, nothing ever did... were heaps lie endlessly, with no one to be by them...no one to go back and see them....
Sometimes I feel that I have dug myself too, in that same heap... in that same ideal space, where I read myself... where there is no one to look back and see....
Crowded world around me with endless loving tales...nothing to cause a smile...that could last forever...just a space, where I sit looking within... and sometimes I share... bits and parts... of the story called life!
Never was I to understand why what happens... and why what ever did... I have stopped asking anything... but I have not stopped thinking... I don't look at that closed door... but I try to wait for the light to shine...
Forgotten and taken as dead... my feelings remain alive...sometimes they look up with hope... but then accept the residue as home... fighting everyday, for all that should be... and for all that cant be... makes them numb with time... who really likes to fight?
Running away from the real self... the self that is often unseen... unheard of... but alive! Don’t look back at those dusty pages... they have nothing you want to hear… or probably everything that you never heard. Closely stuck the book remains untouched... unseen… and clean...in spite of being in the dust...
No pain... no hurt... no expectations... just a deep dug alive thought, untouched... unaware... and seemingly dead... its not that I really like it here... but it has, become my home!!!!!!!
All that was to be, and what can be, is deep dug somewhere, where nothing matters, nothing ever did... were heaps lie endlessly, with no one to be by them...no one to go back and see them....
Sometimes I feel that I have dug myself too, in that same heap... in that same ideal space, where I read myself... where there is no one to look back and see....
Crowded world around me with endless loving tales...nothing to cause a smile...that could last forever...just a space, where I sit looking within... and sometimes I share... bits and parts... of the story called life!
Never was I to understand why what happens... and why what ever did... I have stopped asking anything... but I have not stopped thinking... I don't look at that closed door... but I try to wait for the light to shine...
Forgotten and taken as dead... my feelings remain alive...sometimes they look up with hope... but then accept the residue as home... fighting everyday, for all that should be... and for all that cant be... makes them numb with time... who really likes to fight?
Running away from the real self... the self that is often unseen... unheard of... but alive! Don’t look back at those dusty pages... they have nothing you want to hear… or probably everything that you never heard. Closely stuck the book remains untouched... unseen… and clean...in spite of being in the dust...
No pain... no hurt... no expectations... just a deep dug alive thought, untouched... unaware... and seemingly dead... its not that I really like it here... but it has, become my home!!!!!!!
