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Song of the stars
There is no escape from this world,from the sky that turns blue and black,from the people,from the feelings that resides in our hearts.
No one ever escaped this eternal maze and no one is ever going to,but still, every day we try our best to find the finishing line and end this game,yet each and every day the game gets on the hardest level than before and here I am, listening to songs,songs that might help me escape this maze of feelings or maybe hallucinate me in ways that I start to think that I already escaped.
Now,look at all these stars,they look so far away,yet this is all the mistake of our eyes,and all these stars are very close to each other, hugging tightly, giving each other the warmth I always needed.
Why did every human I came into contact with felt like a distant star ? Is it because I am the black of the night or is it because they are too bright for me too see through ?
I never asked for their light,or a room with them to live with.All I ever wanted was the warmth they have,that soft feeling when your cold body feels warm and you feel like you have been protected from all the bad in this world.
Yet all those stars I looked forward to touch,turned out to be so hot that they burnt my hands.
And when I stopped looking at the stars,I found the Moon.It was as lonely as me,and deprived of all the warmth,just like I was.It needed someone to hug it,to make it...
No one ever escaped this eternal maze and no one is ever going to,but still, every day we try our best to find the finishing line and end this game,yet each and every day the game gets on the hardest level than before and here I am, listening to songs,songs that might help me escape this maze of feelings or maybe hallucinate me in ways that I start to think that I already escaped.
Now,look at all these stars,they look so far away,yet this is all the mistake of our eyes,and all these stars are very close to each other, hugging tightly, giving each other the warmth I always needed.
Why did every human I came into contact with felt like a distant star ? Is it because I am the black of the night or is it because they are too bright for me too see through ?
I never asked for their light,or a room with them to live with.All I ever wanted was the warmth they have,that soft feeling when your cold body feels warm and you feel like you have been protected from all the bad in this world.
Yet all those stars I looked forward to touch,turned out to be so hot that they burnt my hands.
And when I stopped looking at the stars,I found the Moon.It was as lonely as me,and deprived of all the warmth,just like I was.It needed someone to hug it,to make it...
