Saturday, October 15, 2011
Sometimes I wished to never be woken.
So I'd be stuck in a dream state forever.
I'm trying; Still trying.
At times it is so hard.
Everyone looks to me.
Anticipating a smile.
And I have to give one.
Doing so reassures them.
What I want now:
A place with no one to hear me.
But how could I.
When I did all that.
I have no reason.
Escape.
That's all I am capable of.
Always.
I wish I was a nomad.
Moving here and there.
No permanent home.
I want to leave again.
Fleeting thoughts.
Random ones.
Nobody knows.
Neither do I.
Where does it stem from.
Like that rose from long ago.
Dying and withered.
It's beauty lost.
Once in its lifetime.
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