All came to the beginning ..

Closed the circle of eternity ..

Circle of life’s boringness ..routine..fear..

Nothing changed ..nothing ever changes..

This undying truth is slowly killing me ..

I see the world as an empty place..

Nothing seems alive ..no one seems alive..

I see people on the streets,

I pass next to them wondering how much they suffer and never say the truth..

Is pain such a sin that we cannot show it..

Isn’t it real as all we see around us..

Or are we are just actors in this neverending play called LIFE.

We fake our existence as if it will last forever.

Don’t we cry…

don’t we feel the pain that comes from miles away..

those shouts from within our closed imprisoned mind.

Cowards we are.

We shall fake happiness as if that will be the only real truth of our miserable lives.

We are trying to make sense of the world and life..to make ourselves immortal…

Leave our trace, our sign, to be special …

but we are fragile..

Like the finest Venetian glass..

So beautiful, so unique but still so easy to crush into millions of tiny little pieces,

So easy to be turned into..dust.

Love.. the one we dream about..

Never happens.

We see it, we read about it..

But this mysterious ghost somehow always escapes in the end..

Leaving us empty, broken and ..alone.

Shadows we are..invisible..

Just reflections on the rivers of our…

Solitude.

Comments

Thymournia said…

love the last series......
solitude....

December 11, 2014 at 6:31 AM

Iron Sky..

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Suffocating… To kill or destroy by preventing access of air or oxygen. To impair the respiration of; asphyxiate. To cause discomfort to by or as if by cutting off the supply of fresh air. To suppress the development, imagination, or creativity of; stifle To die from lack of air or oxygen; be asphyxiated. To feel discomfort from lack of fresh air. To become or feel suppressed; be stifled. Breathless … Breathing with difficulty; gasping Marked by the suspension of regular breathing, as from tension or excitement: Causing or capable of causing the suspension of regular breathing; tense or exciting: Not breathing; without breath. Dead. Having no air or breeze; still. Can you feel it? If you can.. just slowly inhale and exhale. you are still breathing.. you are still alive.. and listen to the song .... Where do we belong, where did we go wrong If there's nothing here, why are we still here? I...

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