Stranded

I feel like drowning in an ocean of regrets every time I open my eyes in the morning .My biggest fear is myself…the way I used to be and what I’ve become. I strive every day to find that balance between what right and what’s wrong in my life, between my past and my future. I’ve come to a point when I know that I must wake myself up and pick a direction, a path to travel on…the scary part about it is that I don’t have a clue, that I’ve became so indifferent about the future that I take whatever I find, whatever comes my way. I hate making plans…I used to plan, I used to dream…but not anymore and I do not know whether it’s right or wrong. The truth is that tomorrow scares the life out of me and it will be so until I’ll find a way to find my inner demons, to figure out myself, to figure out my life.

Peccavi

Rain is the only thing that makes me feel alive
I long to feel the beads of water crawling down my face
The dusty fresh air caressing my hair
As I close my eyes and dream…
The drops of rain scare people away
They feel the need to hide
People have locked themselves in a thorn made box
with their tiny cups of coffee;
old ,worn out conversations
make time elapse faster.
They’re talking and yet only the voice of silence echoes
...they live their lives wondering what if,
…they play with empty, shallow words.
Hiding their heads under a web of lies and regrets,
...forgetting the little things that keep them alive
forgetting who they are.
REALITY is just as intangible as love
as unattainable as the farthest star in the winter sky;
reality is what we want it to be, reality is RELATIVE.
We shackle ourselves with steel made chains,
we draw the curtain, become cold and indifferent;
become dust in the wind.
We live in stand by,
we are merely observers;
paraître a l’étre, lying to ourselves,
picking out a mask to wear at all time, never even caring
that this may be the time,
to break free, to embrace liberty.
At times we’re terrified,
for the crystal box we live in
it’s slowly beginning to break;
it’s a war of the heart over the mind
of passion and indifference,
of love and hate,
of dungeons and inner demons we’re trying to escape from.
Rain is the only thing that makes me feel alive
I long to feel the beads of water crawling down my face;
but my senses are numb, my soul is imprisoned,
plunged in regret, submerged in superficiality
I only hope for my soul to lead me back to the times
When I used to FEEL.