Tired of feeling like nothingness
Tired of feeling sadness
Tired of feeling craziness
Tired of feeling not good enough
Tired  of feeling like cryingness
Tired of feeling  sleepless
Tired of feeling lieness
Tired of feeling like careless
Tired of feeling bitterness
Tired of feeling whyness
Tired of feeling go awayness
Tired of feeling home boundness
Tired of feeling numbness
Tired of feeling

Straddling our individual beams of light, we ride for the gap; and at the gathering-in of shadows, with a backward glance at once fleeting and forgiving, we leap beyond our earth-boundness in a bid to discover the source of our brilliance; accepting that if we fail we will never know more or less than that.

My insides have started to fade away      
I fear myself more than your touch    
You promised a land where nobody stays,
Is there no live example of such              
I hold your hand in daylight, you walk away in the night                                          
I catch-up some sad thoughts in the sunset, you don't care much yet                
I understand life isn't easy for me nor for you                                                          
Just a hug that brings love to my barren landed hue                                                
But I don't even allow sympathetic behaviour                                                
With me crying I don't have any saviour, other than you                                        
With my memories shall live on our prayers                                                                  
Everyone should be happy for themselves, care for themselves who thinks of layers, of boundness