I have no idea what is going on with me.
I have been struggling to write a single poem for months now and failing. My journal is full and instead of getting a new one, I want to force myself to become digital and use the diary I have on my phone but I couldn’t, so i decided to go back to my book, but it seemed as if the door has been locked. Continue reading “Conflict”
Distance and time are two things that could make or mar you. Distance, they say, makes the heart grow fonder. Also, some say, out of sight, out of mind.
Time heals all wounds.
These three are some common saying about time and distance.
Some times, you just need time to clear your head, to get yourself in order, to figure out where you are and find a way forward.
And to do that, some times you need space. You need to put a wide gap between you and whatever it is that got you tied up in a bunch in the first place, between you and that overwhelming thing; your job or a person or your kind of lifestyle.
Am I still here?
Not my body, but my whole self
I feel like an empty soul with a body and a beating heart
What’s life without purpose?
Its like a feather on the blue sea
Afloat but lost…
What is breath with nothing to live for?
Empty life, I say
Lost for all time.
Continue reading “Scattered Thoughts (2)”
