Throwing pebbles ...
Creating ripples
Thinking... is it??.. rather stopping myself to think anything at all.
Forcing myself to comprehend all..
Behaving strange, makes me wonder "Is it actually me?"..
The mirror is a deceiver .. shows my clone
Who appears to be much more calm than actually I am.
Endless thoughts penetrate my little brain..
Dark eyes gloomy with pain.
All is lost and there is nothing to gain
Every time I get up, my spirit is slained..
Sleepless nights and countless stars..
Strange, unfathomable darkness.
Living the past.
Have all the good moments 'Gone with the wind'??.. I just wanna ask.
