Loud was my sneeze and the steps I sat have asked me to give them rest
I want to blog today, because I feel a bit excited about new learning’s.
I donno if I learnt or I just realized.
People are cold.
Cold with thoughts. I would translate it to selfish or ruthless.
Was I too? I thought may be yes sometimes, may be many times
I do regret for that. But sometimes it is late.
I get hurt and I think of beautiful things first, may be my childhood, some small games I enjoyed playing, at times about remember few nice things of teenage and think it’s all beautiful.
Why I get hurt? Why should I? Why should anyone?
People think they can chase others life
Today nothing happened to me, or in my personal life, but these thoughts are making me no sleep.
I am afraid will this coldness pass with generations.
Unclear things are always nice to me. I like them and find something interesting in them
Too dramatically whole people around me are in an illusion that things should be clear, crystal clear and focused...whatever.
How much are they afraid that unclear things might raise unclear thoughts, though weird, much cold, yet fascinating to human brains...cowards!
And these dead stones without feelings can be piled as a 'master piece of garbage' in cemetery and let the cold play the funeral.
Kill your thoughts, kill the papers u write, kill the feeling you hid in blood waste
Neither afraid nor cared about burnt paper future
The only thing the world has to prepare them is 'Loneliness'
I want to blog today, because I feel a bit excited about new learning’s.
I donno if I learnt or I just realized.
People are cold.
Cold with thoughts. I would translate it to selfish or ruthless.
Was I too? I thought may be yes sometimes, may be many times
I do regret for that. But sometimes it is late.
I get hurt and I think of beautiful things first, may be my childhood, some small games I enjoyed playing, at times about remember few nice things of teenage and think it’s all beautiful.
Why I get hurt? Why should I? Why should anyone?
People think they can chase others life
Today nothing happened to me, or in my personal life, but these thoughts are making me no sleep.
I am afraid will this coldness pass with generations.
Unclear things are always nice to me. I like them and find something interesting in them
Too dramatically whole people around me are in an illusion that things should be clear, crystal clear and focused...whatever.
How much are they afraid that unclear things might raise unclear thoughts, though weird, much cold, yet fascinating to human brains...cowards!
And these dead stones without feelings can be piled as a 'master piece of garbage' in cemetery and let the cold play the funeral.
Kill your thoughts, kill the papers u write, kill the feeling you hid in blood waste
Neither afraid nor cared about burnt paper future
The only thing the world has to prepare them is 'Loneliness'
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