"I do not exist," you say, "I live,
I live to the point until there's no point in living."
You go on, "I don't know who I am,
I am what I can
be."
I agree,
it's hard to find yourself when you're lost
and there's no one around.
But your heart beats in sync with mine,
and maybe,
just maybe,
that's all we need
to find ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...