Right when I was about to shut myself from seeing my inner self, finding that there's nothing today, I stopped right there as a certain feeling pops up.
What if I gather myself piece by piece and with all of them I start moving on by taking the road, will I be able to reach the end with all of them ? Will I be able to reach my destination without leaving any one of them ? Will I reach as a whole or incomplete? Or broken?
Sometimes I feel like that being just with all my pieces would get me nowhere but if I don't do that I feel pain. Like when someone has chopped off your body part. My pieces are my belongings. They are my luggage. Would I be able to reach the other end as a whole ?
I wonder what uncertainties I will have to go through further on this path as I am being pulled by the monsters on every stop I make . They don't want me to win, they are chasing me till the end. But what is after the end ? Will my life start with another beginning or will it be ended like every other ending ?
This ending or beginning is my dilemma.
I wore off my sandals and put my feet in the pond. Seeing my reflection I delved into myself. The force of myself pulling me in like a magnet attracting you towards it .
I am weak. I am alone. I am forlorn. Help me before the day is over and another request ,another pleading goes in vain. Help me for I am listening to my far cry, how far I am from myself no one knows. How deep is the ocean, no one knows. The world I see in my eyes.... Let's get into it.
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Reverie
RandomThings mostly aren't like what they seem. If I'd spoken my thoughts out I would've been considered schizophrenic but the calm and poise I have pasted on my face, well it isn't so. I see things you don't and I learn what a few know. As I close my eye...
