Lurking at a farther corner
You wonder.
Scrolling endlessly with abandon
You ponder.
Staring at a familiar reflection
You explore further.
Are you still here?
Or lost in the slumber.
a thought
Tick, tock, tick,tock
Uttered the restless clock
But there’s nothing to do
On a day painted blue.
Click, tap, click, tap
Tapping through the clouds
Attempting to break free
From all this murkiness.
Hoo, jingle, hoo, jingle
The chimes and wind mingle
Luring my lazy head
To just meander instead.
coming home
Like the forest, with all its mystery and deafening silence, I thrive. I like to keep myself beneath the facade of the acceptable. I like to keep it that way. Besides it is the only thing left.
Going uphill exhausts and consumes me, nearly taking all the essence. Then I ask myself ‘when will this end?’ Opening the door to my office, I sighed. I used to have the ardor of knowing the littlest detail and finding a way to make everything work in harmony. But now, all I think about is how to survive the day at work.
I prayed for enlightenment. Scouring the dusty forgotten storage, I think of years ahead. But right this moment, I have one thing certain. It’s time for me to write again.
