Some days are hard - when you feel unwanted like an albino cloud drifting across the desert sky. A shooting star dissolving in it's own trail... Like every step forward is another step away from your being, like you were walking towards the oblivion of a shadow space where nothing can be seen...a place that doesn't exist.
Today, in the morning, when i left home, unaware as to where I was going, sitting on the front seat of a cab, i thought about how meaninglessly my pursuits become me and i lose myself in the bargain. I found myself chronicled into a poem written in a lost script. No one knew that I was a poem. Astray... like a feather resting its head on autumn leaves having lost its flight.
I sat in my emptiness for hours looking without knowing what i was looking at, past the facades that strangers put on display on their faces like a dream prisoned in a glass orb. I was perplexed by the absolute simplicity of the creation and, yet, it's immense illusion of sophistication. Everything, it seemed to me, could be reduced to two words...I don't know what the words are but I felt them like the air.
I guess, we all want the same thing. We all hold the same desires in our prism hearts
...the desire to be seen...
Today, in the morning, when i left home, unaware as to where I was going, sitting on the front seat of a cab, i thought about how meaninglessly my pursuits become me and i lose myself in the bargain. I found myself chronicled into a poem written in a lost script. No one knew that I was a poem. Astray... like a feather resting its head on autumn leaves having lost its flight.
I sat in my emptiness for hours looking without knowing what i was looking at, past the facades that strangers put on display on their faces like a dream prisoned in a glass orb. I was perplexed by the absolute simplicity of the creation and, yet, it's immense illusion of sophistication. Everything, it seemed to me, could be reduced to two words...I don't know what the words are but I felt them like the air.
I guess, we all want the same thing. We all hold the same desires in our prism hearts
...the desire to be seen...
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