You listen, but are you really listening?
You talk, but do you really mean the words you say?
You see, but have you ever really looked at yourself?
You cry, yet your tears are hidden away from the public.
From reality.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, yet you hardly recognize the eyes staring back at you.
Those eyes that have looked into mine, what used to be warming, now seemingly shallow.
Where did this all come from?
Little by little, pieces are falling from the sky, covering the comforting face that I used to see.
Like a snake revealing a new skin, like a butterfly retreating back into its cocoon.
You can’t see it, you won’t see it.
You’ll just let it happen.
The words that you hear will remain echoes in your head.
The words that you speak will come out empty.
The eyes you see with will remain voluntarily masked.
Where did this all come from?
I ask, yet find no answer.
Cause in reality…it’s not just you behind that mask.
I stare at myself and find shallow eyes staring back.
It’s me too. I too am living behind a mask.
Nostalgia
Like a lighting bolt.
Struck in the head.
Drowning in the floods.
Floating on a log. Waiting…waiting…
Like waking up one day.
Feeling empty. Useless. Sorrowful.
Longing.
Longing for then.
Wishing it was now.
Like grabbing something.
Only to find nothing.
Air.
The air you breathe feeds your brain.
Keeps you afloat. Keeps you waiting.
Yet you want to drown. Want to be struck by lightning.
Cause it’s there, you just can’t touch it.
Nostalgia.
Tattoo
Your presence is like the feel of a tattoo being embedded onto my skin
Tiny mosquitoe bites that cause a burning sensation rather than pain
I yearn for the pain
I yearn for the next tattoo
I yearn for you
You will always be a mystery
It is not I standing in the dark, illustrating shadows of my embodiment
It is you.
Yet I am sucked into your world
Sucked into a black hole
Blanketed by a daze of blackness
Then suddenly, I am standing there with you
And breathing all that flows out of you
Feeling your arms around me, protecting me from the harshness of light
Reality.
But just like any tattoo…just like any burning sensation
The pain passes.
Yet your black hole is now turned into a comfort zone
And that burning sensation I feel is needed to be felt. Wanted to be felt.
With the darkness you surround me with
It is now a place I find myself wanting to stay in
Surrounded by your mysterious aura
It is not right
But I still stay
While you’re there, that’s where I’ll be
Right or wrong
Pain or no pain
I feel you, I need you.
