My Missing Piece
I want to know what is it that makes me feel empty and complete at same time.
It filles my hollow heart and replenish my heart desires,
It gives me every reason to smile,
And makes me question why I am so sullen.
And sometimes it becomes my greatest obsession.
Am I being played with?
Yes, I am the greatest, it allows me to say that with great satisfaction,
I absolutely have nothing, and makes me feel that with every dejection.
What is it? What makes me feel all these; complete at a certain time and broken at the same time.
I felt that I got the capability to do everything,
But, my fears heightened at each thought of that.
Does it give me joy?
Or was it a responsibility I feel like I should perform ?
It weakens me,
Yet, it strengthens me
Letting me tread the rocky path with unconfined meticulousness.
Why should I feel guilty of what I had no part in.
Follow my heart; still, I do things I derived no joy in.
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Collections of my curiosity, thoughts and feelings
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