Silhouettes

Places with events overlapping one another ceases to bring joy but a longing pain for those gone for ever.

This sharp pain distorts my reality hoping to never return to the state of lucidity. Take me away from here. My existence reeks. It is time to cut the chord.

I am stuck between both worlds. One of which is solitude and isolation from the world and the other offers uneasiness and anxieties for the price of being. Which do i choose to live in?

Tipping the scales II

What is a little pain compared to what is after death. What are you waiting for then? Take your pick!

Tipping the scales I

Soon I will be lured by death itself,
taking me far away from here.
Till then what lies within me will not rest.

Restoration at best when isolated
Pleasant tunes are advisable,
The louder the better.

It will be over before you know it.
Chaos will soon overtake tranquility.

Invisible

The rarest days where I feel like living,
I am missing out on everything.
Not even a fraction of life I would live.

Clarity
This is what is absurd
Living, life, events, people, breathing.