Today I felt depressed, lonesome, out of place, insecure, sad, disappointed, and many negativity..
I wish someone can take me and fly out of this place to somewhere where I van heal my wound..
The past is something that is unforgiving.. It can bite you back later on in many curious ways possible..
Although you are not the same person anymore.. When the footprint glistens and calling forth the forgotten soul.. It is the time to battle the inner diavolo
When the past and present collide..
When the once upon a time meet now..
When your inner child comes and confront..
In the end it is just a teenage wasteland...
Filled with broken dreams and hopes
That later on becomes your grey colored glass..
As a remembrance for the future
And also it shaped you now...
I do not ask to feel this..
It is beyond explain able
Its dangerous, to try to turn back time
And it is more lethal to confront your old sanctum..
My newly soul emanates graces and charms
That is succumbing to the mirror side of my old self
I felt weird...
I want to go inside my self..
And let thy body takes the shot...
Common shoot me..
I know you are dying to shoot me..
Shoot me..
For sure..
I longing for the unconfirmed caress...
I am longing for something that is not meant for me to start with...
I am longing for something that is like a mirage resembling an oasis..
For the thirst that can never be quenched..
I am like a wanderer..
Wandering inside the slopes of my soul..
And hopefully to reach at the end of it..
With the prophecies and battles won and fulfilled..
Azam
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