Pain takes your breath away.
It hums in the back of your mind,
feeding you a false sense of security.
It’ll all come crashing down, run
run away.
Happiness scares you, nothing
hurts more than loss
and that’s what it’s all about.
What you’re going to lose, how much
it’s going to hurt
and you’ll be with your false sense of security again.
You create pain to feel safe
look in the mirror and
call yourself an abomination.
Drigting away or closer
Walking to or walking from
These thoughts take me away
Near, far, close, there
Thinking silently or aloud
Talking in whispers
I’m in love but I’m not proud
Of how I got here
I’m drifting away from you
But I’m closer than ever
I’m swimming
But there’s no water
These thoughts come to a conclusion
Nothing is resolved
Everything stays a mystery
And, I’m still drifting
On my planet? Well, Bali!
Her skin was warm in the morning but by night, it grew cold.
I saw the light flash in her eyes and all the beauty in the world had withered away with hers.
I didn’t understand it. My heartbeat was strong. It was strong enough for the both of us, so why wasn’t it enough? My skin was warm enough for the both of us… but hers would stay cold forever.
So, I let her go.
I am here but I’m not really here.
I’m able to think but does that mean I exist?
I may walk but I cannot touch. I can speak but I’m rarely heard. Actually, I don’t remember the last time someone listened to me.
Here I am in this room. It has four walls and two big windows with worn out window-sills. The white paint is scraping away. The glass is old and it twistes the scenery.
The only comfort I have here apart from the ghostly light creeping in from the windows is a grand piano standing in the middle of the room.
Usually, I sit by the piano and lean on it trying to remember how playing it sounds. Sometimes, I just watch through the window. Days fly by, years and decades even but I am not old.
