Although
I love to talk
I love to have my words expressed
But when I blurt out the word,
I don't know why my words make me depressed.

Although,
I love to write and make curves on the paper with my ink,
Imagination pouring out of mind
Creating my world in some little corner of this world,
I cannot fathom how to express this world,
Creating it outside my mind
So it can be visible to all.

Although
My thoughts aren't that clustered
My words aren't obscene
I figure out how to blow away everyone
Everyone from my life's messed up scenes.

Although**
I have friends
I love to be with them
But somehow I manage make my own boundaries
And seclude myself from everyone,
Taking no advice from the infinite wisdom trees
I am surrounded by
Who try to make sure
I have a happy life
But happiness is not something which allures
Me, and I repel every positive charge with my negativity.

The world is a messed up place.

What's a dream, if not with you?
What's a lie, without the truth?
What are gallows, without the noose?
What's without, when I'm with you?

**-N.C.

They Watch, yet don't know.
They See, but can't.
If Love is bliss,
Then So is ignorance.
I Feel her eyes.

**-N.C.

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I wish to visit the unknown
Which was created the day I was born
for me
Which has been waiting since the day my words shone
for me
Which was there dying to feel me from the day I started to move on
*for me