This mind dwells into nothingness,
As if losing anything is like losing part of one's mind.
Cause the things around have been the constant topic for mind,
And this hollowness seemed like
As if the mind has loosened its food and it is hungry.
Constantly driving that emotional hunger,
Constantly seeking for something,
Constantly validating escapism.
Wanting to do something yet
Wanders whether it'd be right.
Living in comfort zone wanting to go out,
Living with anxieties and wanting to be at ease.
Life's like a big frame view we're holding onto,
But it is very trivial.
This mind made us lost in these strangest places,
As if it constantly needs some food
In the form of the people, places, or things.
Once it has to go away from it,
It seemed like the mind is kept in the jail
Of never-ending dark tunnels.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poesia"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
