There is nothing.
Its the only thing that i see..
I have conceived emptiness..
In trying to be someoneelse..
The busiest road in oneself..
is the path of thoughts.
because that’s where people often get lost.
So i’ve tried to visit it less.
There is that chaos.
Which can’t be heard..
But i feel it inside my head.
N now i perceive it like a nerd..
The fear of not being cared.
haunts me day and night..
The only moment i meet myself..
is when i am outside..!!
Now this shell asks for rawness.
As it has seen much fakeness..
The heart aches out a song..
when it sees nothingness..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
There is nothing.
Its the only thing that i see..
I have conceived emptiness..
In trying to be someoneelse..
The busiest road in oneself..
is the path of thoughts.
because that’s where people often get lost.
So i’ve tried to visit it less.
There is that chaos.
Which can’t be heard..
But i feel it inside my head.
N now i perceive it like a nerd..
The fear of not being cared.
haunts me day and night..
The only moment i meet myself..
is when i am outside..!!
Now this shell asks for rawness.
As it has seen much fakeness..
The heart aches out a song..
when it sees nothingness..!!
