Vague

Fast running out time terrifies me..

The details of the daylight hours become faint.

Hardly remember you..Barely remember how it

was your day hours at this time last year.

May be i'm under the pressure of nostalgia,

nothing more created by a huge cloud

of disappointment.

Details of my shattered life

from now onward is just a vague..

Nothing special..Nothing concerns me,

and then no meaning for my existence.

Exhale

May be it's time to face facts..

When we feel weekness,

we leave ourselves vulnerable prey

for the fun of the others

in the name of feelings..Drift

realize that we are simply swimming

as missing tones in the space of others..

I certainly will be in one day quite

sufficient for a tone,

but now emptiness fills me,

and i don't want to be associated

with any tones

cause silence is more comfortable

than unsuitable melody..