I know I'm cheating myself with lies.
Everyday, every second, every instant,
Just alive, but not living.
I keep telling myself
The same lie over and over again,
In hopes that the truth
Will become a forgotten dream
And this, my reality.
I know it'll be harder with time
And I need to face it soon,
Before I lose myself
In a deep seated limbo with no escape.
But I wonder, won't that be better?
I won't be flitting,
Confused between dreams and reality,
Truth and lies, desires and expectations.
I'll be somewhere new,
Where neither can touch the other.
Where nothing means anything,
And then, maybe,
I'll have found meaning in my existence.
bbb_complicationWaiting waiting waiting ensnared trapped by the shackles of time ...until the truth sets you free
rhythm_of_the_heart@writing_by_heart Thank you so much Unfortunately, I'm not really great at Hindi , so I'm not going to understand much of what you wrote. I'm really sorry, I'm sure it's amazing. I wish I could read it, really. Thanks though
rhythm_of_the_heart@bbb_complication Wow This is the second post of mine where you've commented, and I'm simply loving the lines you leave behind. Really beautiful and poetic and so apt with that particular piece. Thank you so much.
bbb_complicationMy pleasure, we see the beauty in the sites and the words but what does it matter if we don't share our thoughts.