Last day of the month, and I don’t know what to
write today. Everything seems very rational, and I am loosing myself somewhere.
Somewhere even I don’t know the place, the letters are playing in front of me, dancing
on my keyboard but not ready to formulate any word for me. Maybe they don’t want
to show chaos inside my mind to this rational world. Many of us might have the same
feeling today, and everyone wants to find out that feeling same as me.
On the
empty roads, have found my footprints,
Looking for
themselves, where to go they don’t have any hints,
Not scared
to see the rationality of the world,
Own trepidation
is sometimes more scary than anything,
Have the blank
pages in my hands but forgot how to write the word,
Darkness outside
the room does not seem dark to me,
This is not
something, from which I want to hide,
When I close
my eyes, I will see the different form of me,
I don’t want
to see that neither nor the darkness inside,
Tonight with
my broken words, in my unfinished story,
Maybe I
will find no meaning my dear friend,
But maybe
some other day, some other time, will find something,
For me it’s
beginning to know myself, not an end.
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