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. ...