May 2015
How nostalgic it is.
To walk on thin rope.
That defined my life.
Never looking back.
Only towards front.
Sadly, not a choice.
How nostalgic it is.*
*To undo feelings.
Avoiding hatred.
or better, sadness.
Sighing in despair.
Oh clamour, just shut up.
To walk on thin rope.
That defined my life.
Never looking back.
Only towards front.
Sadly, not a choice.
How nostalgic it is.*
*To undo feelings.
Avoiding hatred.
or better, sadness.
Sighing in despair.
Oh clamour, just shut up.
There are times,when I avoid thinking too much,
because once i think, I'm afraid I won't be returning.
because once i think, I'm afraid I won't be returning.
