The inside is melting,
Losses I haven’t yet learnt to balance,
So I run scared,
I don’t remember much of how I got here,
But then neither did my father or his father before him,
All they ever said to me is,
‘Life just happened to them’,
It’s happening to all of us,
The absurdity of it,
So I run away from people now,
The hills know how I feel,
The disconnect doesn’t happen in a day,
It’s the work of centuries.
1 comment:
Ismita, I coudln't connect to your thoughts in this.. If I am not wrong, it is about a person inside who runs after life and his low feelings?
Someone is Special
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