Wednesday, August 30, 2006
My open wounds just seem to bleed with every new
breath a bit more
my open eyes dont seem to care about the light that once captivated them
I sit here and I wonder, whats my next step going to be
I'm not hurt, yet the scars dont seem to heal, they remain as the very first day
Isn't it ironic ? This denial I have to face
Nonsense.. A stir of echos, a void of lust, words coming out that I cannot explain
If I could run away and cry, if I could turn back time and hide, I would..
not because I'm scared, but for the mere satisfaction of it
I want to shut the images in my head from becoming dreams I want
Dreams come true they say, I yet dont feel it that way
I believe, I conceive the ideas.. I, as well, have desires of what may come and what may be
But does it happen ?
Constant wonders deep within, a struggle of emotions
without an explicit reply I am the one that takes the time to calm myself
Lonely, I know.. But at least I got that, I got..Me
Trust no one, love no one I have heard more that once
and I wonder, how can people go through life feeling that way, acting that way
And it hits me, I am no one to question and less of a presence to ask for change
I just exist, I overlook.. and explore
I am and I let them be.. I learn...