Why do we try so hard to create something
Out of nothing?
Perhaps you were searching for a miracle in that
Pile of nothingness instead of letting it
Find you
And for all one knows I might be burying what you were searching for
Deep in that amassment of memoirs you believed were
The happiest moments of your life
And at the very same place, I find myself unearthing for an avenue to
Just
Breathe.
Perhaps I might have chanced upon a piece which
Mentioned that no one could possibly hurt
Someone so beautiful like you
However forgive me for all these long lost words
Still do manage to find their way back home
Perchance you stumbled upon the riddles I speak
Which convinced you of unconditional love
So you try to decode them only to find yourself
High and dry
All over again
And in the end, what’s discoverable in that pile of nothingness
Are episodes of guilt trippings waiting to be re-enacted
Only to gather more.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Why do we try so hard to create something
Out of nothing?
Perhaps you were searching for a miracle in that
Pile of nothingness instead of letting it
Find you
And for all one knows I might be burying what you were searching for
Deep in that amassment of memoirs you believed were
The happiest moments of your life
And at the very same place, I find myself unearthing for an avenue to
Just
Breathe.
Perhaps I might have chanced upon a piece which
Mentioned that no one could possibly hurt
Someone so beautiful like you
However forgive me for all these long lost words
Still do manage to find their way back home
Perchance you stumbled upon the riddles I speak
Which convinced you of unconditional love
So you try to decode them only to find yourself
High and dry
All over again
And in the end, what’s discoverable in that pile of nothingness
Are episodes of guilt trippings waiting to be re-enacted
Only to gather more.
