• hajaryussuf 23w

    Sometimes we don't find our words seeping walls
    Sometimes they don't penetrate our own souls

    Silence does its best in healing
    But it's an ailment too

    It feels like we are unsleeved
    Our words being the only truth

    But we stand nowhere
    And feels secluded and isolated
    Completely torn between the
    Fantasies and the unbearable realities

    We are a sieve
    Sometimes filtering whole of facts
    All that remains being the naked lies