Sunday, July 05, 2009
wonder
where is this place?
why don't i recognise it anymore
it looks the same, as it was before
but it is no longer familiar
who is this?
why don't i feel the same about you anymore?
you haven't changed a single bit
but your soul is no longer there
what are these things?
why don't i remember who sent them?
they used to be gifts from people
but i don't talk to these people anymore
who am i?
why can't i remain in control
things used to be simple
but they're falling apart
fading away
like a cocoon
peeling apart
waiting for the butterfly, the innocent butterfly, to emerge
and fly
fly away
into this imperfect world
free of the physical binds
locked in the social binds
keeping my secrets ; for her
- 10:13 PM
