opaque views of what I want and what is worth the mention
But still I keep on trying.
I’ll keep on fighting and hope for the best, maybe in the end I’ll get some rest
When I’m dead and too far gone.
Breaking my back and sweating daily to build a throne to lord it over
Torn away by city wind tunnels and the terror of disappointment
Is it worth?…
Being spent on running away
As they say
Through the years…
when I will find that place
that finally feels like home to me.
I am stuck. So deep. It’s like everything’s on pause and the dreams do not seem real anymore.
because I do not sleep
instead I lay
or is it lie
and I am feeling dead because in my head I keep
every thought I’m sure I bought
within me, dark and deep.
I have not lived!
a single day!
When you just can’t wait to get home?
When everything seems to be
crashing all around you?
When anything and everything you do is wrong?
And it seems like the whole world is against you?
it is a part of me now,
run as far as I want
The hour does ask you: ‘What do you feel at the end of it all?’ and your emotions search vainly for meaning and fulfillment, for in essence there never existed any meaning and fulfillment in your lives in the first place.
How do you know how pain really feels?
How do you know when that pain gets healed?
Is it a feeling that is built inside the brain?
If one could describe the feeling of pain on a page,
What distinguishes the feeling from good to bad?
Who knows the feelings that turn you from happy to sad?
How do you know?
Where do you go?
Why does losing someone you care for, break your heart?
How irrational are my fears
Of losing love
Of being alone
When all around me
Truth and beauty
The snow falls softly
On the darkened city
The streetlights twinkling
As I walk home
Thinking of warmth
I can’t breathe I can barely feel
I’m lost in a fog and I can’t find my way home
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore
I don’t know who I am
A part of me is gone and I can’t get it back.