Solace

I’ve lost myself. That bit I’d found anyway. Definetly, Maybe that bit was wrong. Maybe the world was right when I refused to listen. When it tried to pull me back from the terra incognita. But I was half-mad, raving about like a lunatic, knowing there was no cure but to go on. Onwards through everything sweet and coy. Everything bitter and turbid.

 Who do you run to? I know the answer. Its not you. Its not a single one of you. It’ll never be anyone of you.

4 comments:

Princess said...

The lost feelings are some what the same (or different) when I started blogging . Reminds me of that !

Sychh said...

Hang in there. Seriously, that's all I can say. It's the same thing that I tell myself when I'm lost.

Sana Castellano said...

I agree with Sychh.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

And now you do poetry in lines too. And, it will be a certain someone if not all of you.