Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck inside myself, only writing and feeling things about myself when the world is so big. But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses, my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements, these are also mine. Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see, or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach. But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human. And after everything, it means to be a prisoner.

I am a lone boat,
nothing inside,
just an empty void,
keeping myself afloat.

Navigating around,
just waiting someone,
to welcome aboard,
and travel the world.

Years of rough sailing,
can't still find a thing,
the happiest feeling,
that I've been praying.

Waves of loneliness,
wanting me to swallow,
whirlpools of  promises,
pulling me to sorrow.

Poseidon's kingdom waiting,
to see my boat drowning,
wrecked on seafloor unloved,
sunk on trench unappreciated.

I could reach out to touch you
I could lie down to feel you
But you wouldn't be there
Cause you're an illusion
That keeps me from being delusional
The brighter you shine
The faster you die
Maybe, all you're is just a lie.
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Mehek

Normalcy is surreal
So surreal that it almost feels real
Trying to absorb it all
We get stuck in this timeless pitfall
In the end just callousing
If we could've done something different from it all.
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Mehek