THE OBSCURITY OF EXISTENCE

Month: August, 2015

The Aftermath

I am all havoc, buried in my own mess.

Sunrise and Sunset all the same

I have grown all indifferent,

I have stopped looking around.

It all feels like winter; dark and cloudy

But, it has to go and, life has to continue

A rough winter will pass by.

Will I still see you around for summer?

Trust

The reason I keep meddling,

Is not because, I don’t trust you!

It is all me; Do I trust myself?