Nobody Knows
February 19, 2015
As the wind of February blows coldly, and the sky is blanketed with dark clouds, nobody knows how sad you are.
Penetrating your soul; life is supposed to live the way you want to, but nobody knows you’re living in another way around. Melancholy heartbeats ghastly feeling as if you’re half-frightened, half-disappointed from things that make you feel dishearten.
Nobody knows; when you will be okay, hence they don’t know you’re not even fine in the first place. How ironic it is to feel so drown, and yet, you’re standing in the middle of the crowd, where everyone can see how blissful you are – how forlornly happy you become.
You begin to have wishy-washy thoughts, to have daydreams, to have this silly hope, that maybe, somewhere in this trapped-like situation of yours, there is someone out there, who can see you way beyond your heart and soul’s blockade.
However, nobody knows that too.
Nobody.
