where am i..
...
blinded by darkness
waving franticly in the dark..
trying desperately to grab hold of a fragment of hope...
slipping and fall...
the choice to get up..
the choice to remain sobbing in pain and sorrow...
choosing to let go of that fragment of hope?
to let it float pass me by...?
the only thing that i have now....
to continue existing or to start living...
to let me get out of darkness...
or am i closing my eyes all this while...
pretending that everything is alright...
what is the meaning of alright....
daijobu... nani desu ka
cover my eyes, let me smell the rain...
cover my nose, let me hear the wind...
cover my ears, let me cry in vain...
tears of unspoken sorrow and pain...
what do they mean to you...
a picture paints a thousand words...
what are your...
it is to be loved
or to learn to love...
what is to be strong....
to be alone so that no one could ever hurt you?
or to dare to love and be ready to be hurt and to hurt....
is the world really against you...
or are you really against yourself...
am i against myself...
who knows...
yet deep down my heart seems to know
yet the mind does not want to realise...
who can wake me up from my nightmare..
other then me?
dreams are meant for dreamers
so what about realist? reality??
if that is so...
why cant i accept it?
why do i run...
maybe i am a dreamer after all...
what is lonely...
to feel as if everyone has given up hope on you? or have i given up on myself?
or am i avoiding it all together, an excuse to run further..
am i thinking way too much...
or is reality finally catching up to me...
is this all blabbering from my brain cell..
or something that has been stuck with me for a long long time...
time....
what have i been doing...
why do i feel if a part of me is turning into dust...
slowly disolving to be with part of the world...
a fertilizer for weeds to go on...
why am i being so hard on myself....
the need to succeed
is it that important?
will i get anywhere...
some times i wonder where my legs are getting me to...
cos i seem to be out of control...
that again i was never in control...
it's like being in a washing machine, tumberling around...
fragment of hope...
will you float away...?
