In between these honks and horns
in between these flowers and thorns
I searched peace
I searched it in the sand
searched in the dirt;
and found nothing
except that empty hand .

Some say  it's good to act ;
some say it's good to ignore.
I say it's good to watch ocean;
but from the shore .

Some live, to try;
Some try ,to live .
Let this life's river flow;
with no regrets to give

Here nobody understand the meaning
All we doing is just trying to hide the truth
living in world which is not real;
still calling it reality .

do I or don't I
yes or no?
maybe it's better not to know
there is freedom in the dark
one look into my soul
could collapse the
waveform

Our ruins
are our beauty
the dust within our souls
feed the day

sometimes I spend too much time
online
it feels so strange
to go outside
and be myself
in front of everyone else
it's hard to forget
that the world has eyes

online I can be anyone
but outside I am one person
exactly one
no avatar and no veneer
not everywhere or nowhere
exactly here

and when I am here
really here
I feel my feelings
hope and fear
love and desire
when I am not numbed by a screen
I am on fire

sometimes it is
too much to feel
too visceral
too bright
too real

and so I spend my time online
afraid to be a human
afraid to be alive

Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

Stars begin to doubt their shine

When surrounded by the blind.