I was craving.. of what?.. i had no clue.. all i knew was crave.
I thought it was loneliness.. but from what? I had friends who would talk to me.. and a family who loved me.. so what was i craving?.. why was i craving?
Many a times i thought of things that shouldn't have been thunk of.. but i liked to..
I liked the thought of running away.. not because of any particular reason.. but just because..
I often thought of jumping into the depths.. the darkness.
I felt the need for pain.
I felt the hunger for laughter.
I wanted to feel alive.
I want to feel alive.
Sometimes i feel like a corpse but one with breath still in them.
People are corpses who still have the energy to survive.. but thats not me.. Im not "people". I am me. And I can't survive just for.
I'd rather be dead with flowers as a crown than be alive for spikes as a seat.
I don't want a lavish life.. full of materials that are costly..
I want a life full of conversations.. About life,
About the feeling you get when you see the person you love,
About the thoughts that goes through the organ that makes me, me and you, you.
I want to talk about your fears..
I want to hear you breath when you see yourself in the garden of freedom.
I want to see you move when you fall from the sky, and embrace yourself for you know the only way to survive the fall is for you to let loose and embrace what comes next.
I want to hear your heart beating with excitement, fear, and all those feels that are like the crunchy bits of a pie,
when you see an ocean of life and beauty that you are yet to discover for yourself.
I want to move, see, and feel everything.. because sometimes its more fun to observe.. than it is to analyse.
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The Psyche Of Mine
Thơ ca**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
