Out Of The WorldNothing. Nothing.
No strings of attachment. Facts ba
The mind's a playground. The heart's aching for love.
Yet they go on.
I need to stop. Continuing means engaging in a form of suicide.
I need to stop. Cure myself from this addiction.
Addiction to a stranger, a faceless soul, an unknown person.
Who is that? Who? Is that?
Trust, never crossed our minds. Loosely ba
Alphabets, words, sentences. Each bearing an opposite meaning.
Why can't I distance myself? Am i under control?
No weapons, no real feelings...
Nothing that really binds.
Routine,it has become. Accustomed. That's power.
I am Me. Reminders....Reminders...
I need to let go.
Feel happiness in sadness, relief in pain.
To succeed, I must fail.