Look at me, and tell me who do you see?
Look at my feet, are they still or shaking?
I stare at the trees, the sky is where I ought to be.
I open my heart to the seas, but they drowned me.

Look at me, climbing buildings in a rush.
Look at me, am I balanced at all?
I stare at the city lights, they seem to distort me.
Am I too blind, to try to find truth in reality?

More like of the quiet yet noisy type.
Pretty much of a chatterbox when it comes to talking about things you love,
People you’ve met, bands you’ve listened to and books you’ve read.

“Go ahead, I’ll listen.”

More like of a shy person whose job is to keep the walls of the house company.
Yet is willing to give up these walls in a moment’s notice,
For an adventure with someone worth it.

“Go on, I’m listening..”

Could be a lover, a friend, or even an amorphous wraith.
You won’t spot me mingling with a group of people,
I’d rather you to be calling me, begging for a walk in Winter’s cold rain as we shiver and shake.

“Keep going, still listening…”

I do not know who you are I’m talking to,
But I do know that I’d walk for hours and never bite my tongue.
I’d talk about the silliest, stupidest and most ridiculous things that’ll never cross your mind,
But I promise you this:
In a blink of an eye, you’d realize that I’d switched to a poetically deep discussion that’ll split the wiring of your brain.

“I am who you’re looking for, and I am..
YOU.”

Every so often you get the urge to blur out your friends and family,
To blur out those who claimed to love and care about you.

The term “I’ll always be there” is a deceiving lie,
The only lie you unconsciously attempt believing when you’re sinking in a vortex of pure loneliness.

Is it sincere?
Or just a form of temporary vague comforting?
I say,
You pick yourself up and shake off your own dirt;
Because ninety-nine percent of your living days,
Tears will be staining your shirt.
And loneliness will knock on your door once, twice or many more,
Maybe break through your windows from the second floor.

Tell me now,
Who cares about you at all?

There's a time in your life
when you question your sanity,
but it's already gone
when you end your sentence
with a period
and not a question mark.