Grabbing my bag...empty or full...does it make any difference?....Places my soul wants to go stuck in a reality where no one would notice feeling...being in a crowd, but not a single person noticed you are not there...
Hard to realise that place that you are in is only a mirror in your soul...Does it hurt?
Searching for a human being with the same emotions hurts.
Whispering "you can't be only here" to yourself...
But like image from the void looks at the crowd...yet we try to see the light......Traveling alone wherever its needed people want to know would you describe things in your bag when all they see is emptiness?...
You don't want to show the bag as you wait for the person to see the light in it.
How many travels are needed...
Bones broken...shattered soul..
But you are still buying another ticket........Still carrying your bag
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Feels Like We Are Dying
PoetryThis is just a bunch of mini stories with no plot but with a different meaning