And here i am;
in search for pain in every love
'Cause i used to live with
Here i am;
in search for love in every pain
'Cause i cannot live without
For boringness is in everything that lacks desire and willingness
For my heart
is sleeping while it's not too late
and my soul sucks
when it's not awake
Everyone runs away once they hear it breaks
and i am left to shadows and blades
here
in my favorite place
I used to love caves
and the echo of my words when i speak
I haven't change, no
I am still in love with the walls of that cave,
the darkness
and
the light beaming through the haze
Thus everything beautiful was made
Only
The cave doesn't belong to me anymore
now
that i am most familiar with
In narrow places,
unknown faces were hiding
from fear and frightening
bodies were shaking
Arrived just in time
I feel less lonely
less alone with those unknowns around
Although the cave is no longer mine
strangers are filling it with fondness and mute sounds
I belong to it more than everywhere i've been
more than i've ever done.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
