How is it feel to be in control
When everyone holds the pieces of your brain but never you
When everyone wanna teach you in a little version of themselves
When you struggle each moment just to be like them
It’s like you are on a thin line of your reality and their dreams
loosing yourself, just to be better, day by day
and it will never stop, You can never be free.
Are you dreaming or just lost in thoughts?
Is it the changing weather bothering you or the sound of silence at night?
Does the intimacy of wind touch you gently or haunt you?
What is it, what bothers you the most, the dream or just yourself?
How’s your blood in the veins crawling, is it smooth or rushed when you are alone?
How do you feel about your youth, do you live recklessly that you have nothing to lose, or do you believe in doing the work to achieve things?
Do you like yourself wild or you wanna taste the monotone of life?
Do you like the roughness of the stiff mountains or the smoothness of the calm and deep ocean?
What does your heart prefer?
Where do you belong?
Each day you live with the last worst thing happened to you.
Each day you carry that heaviness with you.
Untill the moment, something worse than worse happen.
And then, you forget about the past because you have new scars now.
The world you believed in for years, suddenly becomes an lie. A lie that carried away the heaviness in your heart, just to bring more and heavy version of it.
There are days when all I want is to stay
To stay where I belong
To be in the place that is not for you, not for anybody, but just for me
To be with the person who stays with me after EVERY party
To do the things that are monotone but mine
To live in a place where all I can see is Life in its raw form
The days when we want to settle down,
Aren’t those the days for which we do everything, every day
The days when every heart wants to stay
The days when you become still
I don’t know what it was, when you held my hand just for the sake to protect.
I don’t know what it was, when your eyes glitter up with my every achievement.
I don’t know what it was when I showed you my ugly side, and you cared for me.
I don’t know what it was when we were alone, and you showed me your insecurities.
I don’t what it was when we laughed together, when we shared our cry, when I belonged to you.
Giving names to my emotions, is so difficult and dangerous that you might deny it, so I don’t do it anymore.
I don’t want to ruin us, by giving it a name.
If the distance and the illusion of time didn’t torn us apart, what would be us now?
