No way, no face to look at,
No touch to dive into,
No taste of sweetness,
No electrifying feelings.
No time to give to,
No one to give the time to either.
No tension, despite of illusions.
No hope, only dellusions.
Happy thoughts aren't stable, no more.
Just impulsive, in circles they go.
Chased by fear, just like every emotion,
Drowning in the cold deep ocean...
Of Loneliness, Searching and Hoping,
The belief is gone.
I held onto it, for too long.
The focus now is on what matters.
But isn't what should matter - love?
It's complicated. Self-love is the basis.
Is it? My way is lost and I am standing here.
Love drips down from my fingertips,
A few more seconds and I let it slip.