These opinions are mine and I swear no one else's
Fiction
Reality
3I write, delete and write again,
probably there’s no word to define
define what i feel like or define what you feel
Silence, fright, accusation.
I know you are scared, scared of losing me.
But fear fuels fear,
slowly blinding conscience
alienating you further away into dark, deep crevasse
your green and purple judgement,
born out of Hade’s land
slowly sucking
sunshine, flowers, dreams.
Makes me wonder and question love
someone whispers, love aint here anymore
look around afraid, afraid of meeting reality
Reality, you missed me, didn’t you?
Show is over, close the story book.
the beginning!
4‘How does your tea taste like?’, he asked me. He was playing with his cup, rubbing it, slowly moving it or sometimes just touching it. I could sense flurry of words building in his brains yet losing it’s voice when he tried to utter. Staring out of the window, absentmindedly I replied, ‘it’s sweet’. Probably he wanted to ask me about my post-break up life or simply tea, but either way, I was telling the truth.
Living a life in Street – 55
0Feeling lost, boy cried out. Somewhere a dog barked mocking his solitude.
He wanted to live in colorful world, away from his dark ally. He packed his bag and ran away leaving his mother’s protection.
Now nowhere to go, no one to cry with, he’s just another street kid, pitied by many yet ignored.
Wat ya Said!