Getting back to the point where I started.
Feeling my mind a bit loaded
Ink in pages turning blue to black
That wasn't nonsense that was facts
Going, turning, stumbling.
Still not recognizing anything
Loneliness knocked and told me that I had no hope.
Stress then came to tell me that I won't be able to cope.
I'm now a mess of confusing thoughts
Love it is I decided to sought.
Living or just trying to survive.
Caring words in which I try to dive.
It doesn't seem to affect me since I'm now a numbing soul and body.
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Living in a fantasy
PoetryLiving in a fantasy is a series of selected poems that I have written over the years. They are mostly on several topics but most importantly they are the reflection of my feelings. Those poems are also a symbol of how sometimes your emotions could b...
