AN UNDIRECTED CASE

The first case.

The innocent leaves spoke for me,
being my alibi till the last breath I took.
I was spellbound,
bound between those lines that rest upon the dark pages,
the pages that was spread by no one else
but homosapien themselves,
the ones considered to have matured senses.

Oh lord, dear lord, stop,
stop the wind
that will wash me away and blow my aura,
the aura I am proud of.

I see

Welcoming the breeze,
breeze that softens my jaw,
my jaw that got rigid,
rigid by the uncertain moments I wasn't prepared for,
I didn't see that coming.

No dear, not at all.
Who does?
I never could understand.

Neither came any soft hands,
hands to caress my hair,
sing the song that would relax me,

every muscle that got sore,

got sore only by the thought,

the thought of unsatisfaction,

unsatisfaction leading to insecurities,
insecurities that are uncertain.

After all,
it's a circle,
a circle I don't wanna make a round of,
I don't wanna walk on it's radius
or circumference,
oh my technical mind,
mind that doesn't wanna pause,

missing button

It disturbs me,
disturbs me so much,
so much that the light gets dim,

dimmer and dimmer.

I rest my case,
will open it.