not in the way you’d expect, i’m all skin and bones,
nothing important, just basic…..just present.
‘Me’….. is lost in between of something real and something fake.
So, i’m here….. but not in the way you’d expect.
i move…. but i don’t walk.
i talk…..but i don’t speak,
i have thoughts…… but i don’t think.
i don’t eat…..i just consume.
i am part of the living…. but ‘I’ am not Alive.
i feel…..but can i love?
that’s the number one question
Fear has locked me into a dark room,
a tight box with an endless tunnel.
There is a warm whisper in my heart,
a whisper that promises me such beauty……. that it makes me shy.
a promise of growth, of love, a promise of faith.
Than this feeling arises…whatever it is, i can’t explain it.
It makes me feel overwhelmed with excitement, with frustration, with pain, with hate…and lastly fear.
Slowly that warm whisper disappears into thin air….it becomes nothing….it becomes cold,
it becomes distant.
and then i open my eyes and a new day begins….the cycle starts all over.
so, yes i’m here…..but not in the way you’d expect.