This realm of not much difference, this reality that is challenged by you, this moment of trying hard to forget my everything, joining hands with the world to oust my reign, efforts on and on to get rid of my presence, the willingness and ability to move out and seek refuge, oh where did I exactly get hit, I cannot make out. But, whatever hit me came clearly out of the blue.
Precious words once upon a time, now nothing more than a mere shouting, how soul-crushing it is to find your worth being tossed off like that. Trusted, no more. The clarity of what will console me is gone. Oh, I complain a lot. Still, I am on the lookout to heal.
The extent to which these visuals take me, I am afraid to close my eyes, to even bat an eyelid, of the visuals that are flashing, to the limits they are stretching, Oh I know what they are meaning. I converse like a mad man nowadays. The very reason I abstain myself from talking to anyone else. -rPhoenix
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