• faceupshutup 9w


    a soul too vagrant,
    not dead enough to dissolve in a place

    you are aimlessly drifting between
    the supposed blue sky and the greener earth
    beats of heart aching with every rapid pass
    you construe the reality with reach that's beyond
    and imagine if what you drew
    at the back of your mind would ever come true
    you run in the mountains as faster as you can
    until your heartbeat echoes among the trees
    when you cannot differentiate between
    whether you are really dead or really alive

    your soul is too vagrant
    but not dead enough to dissolve in a place.

    - Bhumika M