Standing,
Within a bruised mind,
staring through the hallways of memories,
Blessings.. Sins.. Secrets, pains,
Dark days of the past,
Silence...
There's a landmine buried under this quiet soul.
Waiting for a day it explodes, and bare the faces in whole.
I'm like the wind.
You don't know which way I came from,
or which way Im going.
So enjoy my cool breeze,
I dont stay in one place long.
