This is it.
My head is exploding.
From thousand of voices and thoughts, they don't give me no rest, and no time to reckless.
no time to think, and no time to realize. floor stars wondering off, underneath my feet, the rain grows louder on my windows, the wind has never been colder, the music hits my ears like roses, it's beautiful, but has its thorns.
this is it.
this is the moment.
I'm happy.
it's all as I dreamed, no these are not the goals I set, no these are not the results everybody's waiting for, but this is, what my heart desired for.
no talking, just thinking, constantly closing eyes, and listening,
listening to the world,
and watching,
observing it.
it spins around you, it flows, at this moment you stop going on with the world, you just watch from the behind as the distance between you grows, the world just flows away.
you stop, in the middle of it all.
recklessly, and carelessly,
but isn't it better to stop for a minute, feel something, and continue?
then flow on with the world, lost in your own forest of thoughts,
completely blind, trust the world to lead you your way through life.
how could anyone do it?
It is the same as jumping into emptiness, you don't know what will be there, at the end of it.
anything could be, maybe you will jump and never fall,
and spend the years of your dear life,
lost and never found.
terrifyingly alone.
"if in the end we are not alone,
where were we when we needed it"
YOU ARE READING
The lost art of Words.
Puisi"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
