When everything else around Me doesn't make sense;
I write to make sense out of it
Even when Sometimes what I write doesn't make sense,
But atleast it gives me some senses.

Feeling Lost more often than ever,
Not sure if I'm the lost One,
Or if I'm in The Lost World.

Feeling Nothing and Everything all at the same time;
Not sure if I even feel anything at all.

Is this All real?
Or is this all just in my head?

So far I've met No familiar face,
Everyone is just Everyone.

I can't even remember a face to save a life,
The only time I do is when they tag a name and a memory to it.
And I have to tag almost familiar features to their face based on a memory I just created in my own mind.
A memory that was never even there.
And they never really had a face or features.

Just really Strange Strangers.
Everything Strange about them.
Are they even here?

Trying to listen to what they say,
But to think of it;
To grasp what they said I meditate, then realise something strange;
All I hear from them is Silence.
And it is me in my thoughts interpreting what they just said.
Almost like they said nothing but Silent noise.

It's almost like living with ghosts.
Disappearing on you...