where do i belong?
Can you hear the sound of your heart beating? Sometimes the silence drags you deep down to unconsciousness, where you are actually acting sane and honest and real. Just like the wind blows you drift high up in a sky you don’t know exist. A humble emptiness, a sleek hole that you can’t help but to try getting in. Then your mind starts hovering around, where you wonder, “Do I still have a place where I belong on this mother earth?”. One piece of mind you actually can’t help but to continue co-exist.
Tell me where I’m wrong, tell me when I should stop, stop musing on the illogical instruments of life.