The presence is here,
but the soul wanders, seeking the obscure corners of the mind.
Am I lost?
I'm already home.
Surrounded by colors and vibes,
yet why does it feel so empty?
Why am I here?
I don't know.
Am I doing what's required or what I truly want?
Do I exist to fulfill needs?
What is it that I really desire?
Am I sick?
Is it a search for meaning, or simply confusion?
The lines blur between reality and dreams,
between obligation and desire.
Where do I find solace?
In the silence of the night, or the chaos of the day?
In the whispered secrets of the wind,
or the loud proclamations of my heart?
Is there a path I should follow,
or must I forge my own way through this tangled maze?
Perhaps it's not about finding answers,
but embracing the questions.
Not about arriving at a destination,
but journeying with purpose.
For now, I remain in this moment,
caught between the known and the obscure,
searching for the truth within myself.
YOU ARE READING
books of me.
Şiirit's a writing that the mind is trying to say, Since the lips got sealed. In books, words can pierce the heart. Whether they change minds to explore new realms or sink them into mere fantasy. In life, it's about decision-making. Whether it affects...
