We are all broken little pieces trying to mold into one.
Some of us are golden, rare, and beautiful ones.
And some of us rust away with time.

In the world where everyone want to share
their emotions and feelings to get free from it.

She hugged me and told me "I'm always there to listen to your problems and solve them."

god must’ve made me , strictly
to be broken open —

and
you look at me with such innocent eyes ,
but
i know you see
right through
me ,,

so
tell me , do you want me to
strip ?

please you?

there’s a hunger in your voice
and i know i’ve heard it
before —

you
are like everyone and
everyone likes
me

but i do not falter ,
and i will never, ever break,

because
every time i touch myself,
god gets on his
knees .
.

I long to be
Something
To someone
And a nobody
To no-one
But often
The story
Seems to
Cut me
From everyone
And I ache
Alone
Hoping
I will be
Something
To someone

All of my people can't see what Im seeing
They just taunt and never started believing

Bounded by shackles, intimidated by own failure
Everyone laughs on first steps, thats just behavior

We live in a world full of rejections
Love, work and school, all without perfections

Collecting money and afraid of expenses
Everybody's afraid of facing consequences

Lies are soft, they can be made whatever
Hard to say, does it make people clever?

Life is a book, you write on your own
Its just, pen is permanent, cant be blown

We try to find silver lining and get vanity
We just dont realize its hard to face reality

Kids throwing rocks on the window pane
Or an old guy walking with a cane
Everyone's surrounded, cant tell their pain
Longing to say "Im goin insane"

They say Love is stronger than miles between
Kids talk love even at the age of fourteen,fifteen

Illusion never changed, into something real
Wide awake, we see our life's just a flywheel

just say it,
you don't want me like I want you
you slip between my fingers
like sand,
I start to grip
and you slip right though
until all I'm left with
is little grains of you.

you'd walk away,
and never turn back
you'd forget about me almost instantly
cut me off, delete me from your life

in fact,

I wouldn't be surprised if you've already started
had your fun before you departed
and now, like weaning an infant off
a mothers breast
slowly and surely,
you'll put this to rest.

you say you love a writer but
these words could never be true
for you don't want me,
like I want you.

Sonder, a word maybe some of you have never heard. An emotion some of you have felt but were never able to name.
Name.
Name?
What is their name?
The girl walking down the sidewalk, with hair brighter than the sun and shoes darker than the night - what is her name?
The man rushing out the door, hailing for a cab, hoping that he just might make it on time - what is his name?
The people we pass by every day, the people we see get off at different stops than ours, the people we watch cry with a phone pressed to their ear, as we wonder what could have been on the other end - what are their names?
Who are they?
Who are their children?
Who are their parents?
Do they have a dog?
Are they married?
Have they lost someone?
Are they lost?
Do they own a house?
Do they walk to work everyday?
Do they pray to god every night for a miracle?
Are they hungry?
Are they trying?
Do they have a bed to sleep in?
Who do they call for help?
Do they cry themselves to sleep every night?
Who are they?!
Who are they....

Sonder; The realization that each passerby has a life just as complex, and just as vivid as your own.

care in darkness
night care
all of us are shining

and light is darkness
and the light is darkness
and it has always been like this

and alive and all living
and the dead in this world
they are all equal
everyone is equal

care in darkness
night care
all of us are shining

and this light is ours
already burned out
already told us his word

we are now alive
we are now dead
we are not singing

dead - living
dead do not breathe
the dead sing

02.07.18