Have you ever had this feeling when you think you know someone quite well?
That feeling when you think you know his favorite songs from his favorite playlists, his obsession towards ‘after-rain’ smell, his 2 AM coffee habit, his favorite getaway to release his mind, the feeling of his hug, calmed you down and soothing?
Then you wake up and realization hits you, the ugly truth spoke its mind….
You’re just a stranger. Nothing less or more.

d.l

The lighting flashes in synchrony with the neurons firing rapidly in my pounding skull.
The night sky is exploding within itself,
Reflecting my inner turmoil.
A hopeless omen foreshadowing my misery..
For there will be no relief tonight,
as the thunder rages on in the darkness.

Love may be the most powerful force..
A joyous, light feeling,
Embodying the true meaning of happiness...
It's unworldly,
Esoteric.
But in my opinion,
Nothing makes you feel more alive than pain.
The all consuming agony.
The truest reminder of the human condition.
As your spirit begs..
Pleads..
With every essence of your being,
Please just let me out...
PLEASE!
it's too much, I can't bear it..
Held captive in one's own skin
The blissful torment of solitude.
That's being alive.
And darling,
I sure am living.

I feel like an alien in my own skin again
The overwhelming urge to leave my body radiates through me like an anxious tremor
I try to convey my angst to those around
But it seems my words are unable to articulate my all consuming yearning
The desire for some reassurance is annihilated by blank stares and misconstrued words against fragile egos drowned in self absorption
It's pure agony
Please tell me that someday it will all be okay
That I will align with a purpose and feel a tranquil sense of fulfillment
Instead of this incessant energy running rampant throughout my tiny frame
Surely I'm bound to spontaneously combust
For I fear the profound is churning rapidly without any hope of release
And it's only a matter of time until I burst within the darkness.

I'm afraid sleeping soundly only occurs after a fifth of whiskey
The void of sound is achieved by borderline alcohol poisoning
A deafness like the still of the night
When all things fade to black
Until one awakes with the dreadful ringing
Of bad decisions in ones ears
Like the incessant hum
Of Brain cells as they quiver and die

No light may fall upon my skin
To heal the darkness that dwells within
Draw the curtains and pull the shade
As you peer into these eyes of jade
A haunted glimpse of pain concealed
The horror if it's all revealed
It's the pity that I dread
I'd rather have disgust instead
If it's truth that you seek
Perhaps I'll show a little peek
I'm not looking for your absolution
Spare the awful light pollution
I'm not one to try to save
I prefer the dark inside my cave.