This mind dwells into nothingness,
As if loosing anything is like loosing part of one's mind,
Cause the things around has been the constant topic for mind,
And this hollowness seemed like as if the mind has loosen it's food and it is hungry,
Constantly driving that emotional hunger,
Constantly seeking for something,
Constantly validating escapism,
Wanting to do something yet wanders whether it'd be right,
Living in comfort zone wanting to go out,
Living with anxieties and wanting to be at ease,
The life's like a big frame view we're holding onto,
But it is very trivial,
This mind made us to lost in these strangest places,
As if it constantly need some food in the form of the people, places or things,
Once it has to gone away from it,
It seemed like the mind is kept in the jail of never ending dark tunnels.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
