I am lost.
I feel like I'm slowly fading away,
like an old song slowly being forgotten,
or the flowers that lovers gives on Valentine's left on top of the counter to whiter and die.
Maybe sometimes,
the waves of life gets huge and strong,
it can drown you;
and now, I'm drowning~
I am lost.
I feel like I'm slowly fading away,
like an old song slowly being forgotten,
or the flowers that lovers gives on Valentine's left on top of the counter to whiter and die.
Maybe sometimes,
the waves of life gets huge and strong,
it can drown you;
and now, I'm drowning~
If I am lost, find me but do not ask me to come back. Sit with me in this lost place and maybe you will understand why I come here too often, what draws me to my neverland. Bring me back when I am ready. Maybe you will get to know me a little better.Maybe we can get lost together
Is this a block or am I done with writing? I think I'm done. I don't feel like writing. I'm full of thoughts, full of pain, full of.. But, I don't have words. This is what I wanted, but I'm not happy. Am I? I know, I'll always yearn for writing even though it only hurts now...
What is meant by following your heart in every matter of life?
And it is so much emphasized in literature. We all experience, if we follow our hearts we won't be productive anymore.
~Perplexed I am