When i roam through my old home, places I used to know by heart which are just distant memories now, i, not by will, let my thoughts flow back to those times.
Those in which I was happy but didn't know, just like know.
Just now, I'm unsure if this happiness lies deep within me or got lost in the past.
Just that I know, that I'm no longer young, no longer free and without care. I don't belong to anywhere, not the past and not the present.
I wish to hold onto the past, those times far gone, with all my might. And in this process all I do is loose myself and fall out of time.
Out of this now that one would think that I am in. But truly I was never here, since all this changed, not to the better. I reach for the past and loose grip on the present, by that i loose sight of the future.
What is my purpose? What am I here for?
Does living life really feel like dying. Not literally, but inside.
My heart is like the trees in autumn. Once blossomed now slowly loosing it's color. Exposed to the ever cold and freezing weathers.
And i fear that after autumn there comes winter, and by god I cannot take it. Can Not take more.
Some trees die by cold, some trees die, will my tree die?
Only time will tell, as ever.
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Late Night Thoughts - Poetry
PoetryThese are written down thoughts and a product of each respective moment. Not nearly perfect but a projection of my emotions and life. Maybe you find yourself in them, maybe you don't. Give them a chance or not. Interpret, understand, read, scan, ski...
