We share a sense of belonging, a place which we confine ourselves in.
Hoping to find solace, our lost selves,
All too comfortable for us to finally leave,
Starving ourselves of another try at being open to those seaming-less moments once more.
A kind of defence mechanism.
A true beauty, all distorted by our emptiness,
rarely showing our deep obsessions,
cruelly drenched in our manmade ill-fates,
gloomy by comparison.
Without loss of ones-self,
Slowly allowing your soul to drift into the abyss,
Flowing in an endless battle of nothingness,
Creating a place for yourself,
Forcing flowers to bloom without reason,
A falling spirit, given life without reason.
sure, enough it never ends,
The countless dreams tuned out from space and time.
A true loss in the war of each emotion,
With each numbness delaying the chance of survival.
A trial with the eyes closed,
Closed enough to surrender myself to every meaningless moment.



© nosihlekatherine