horizon

i can see you here..but not really.
i can feel you here..but not really.
but why so close yet so hard to grasp..

is it really you?

or is it the other way around..
i'm here..but not really..

in betweens

 

somehow this feels right.
but here we are in our little circle.

what is real? in here or out there,
when eveything seem to change beyond the line?

the fear of bliss

it's just this weird feeling trapped inside you,
that leaves you choking..
as it sucks your warmth..
grounds your sanity...
and clouds your intuition.

that how badly you want to ask for help,
your voice fades unsuitable to scream..
the tears hide behind those eyes..
arms tucked unable to reach.

that you don't understand
why you don't know things
that you have to know.
but you feel things
you don't have to feel.
you lose things you need.
then you chase for something you don't...

or maybe it all makes sense...
you just don't want to make sense.
and it all comes back to this..
'just weird feeling trapped inside you'

sick cycle

riding in circles..

up and down..
open. close..
stop and go..
day and night..

over and over..

now let's do it again.

overtime

there is life out there..
bold and carefree..
sunshine and cold breeze..
wide roads and blue skies..

and there is a life in an office cubicle..
grim and quiet...
day-dreaming about the life out there..

wonders fool

lost in thoughts of something wonderful..

yet trapped in the reality of oblivion.

flight of fancy

i just leave my hopes and dreams of you
in better hands..
someone who's far greater than all of these
for they are beyond me now..

i am not capable of healing you.
the only thing i can do, is to accept you and heal with you.