Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I'm riding along the streets,
clearing the clutter in my head.
My heart felt so weak,
It almost felt like i was dead.

The wind passed through my hair,
I breathed in to feel myself again.
It felt so cold,
It almost felt like I was lost and alone.

The ground beneath my wheels,
made of concrete,
it was hard.
It was well defined,
supported me with it's arms.

I dreamt,
dreamt of a dream so fine.
"I was sitting on the branches of the tree,
asking what if i could live in the skies.
Fly through the air,
like an eagle soaring up high."

Then i realised,
If i fell,
The floor was no longer my support,
It was hell.

The momentary loneliness i felt,
made me tear in my heart.
I felt each tear,
rip myself apart.

You ask me why i feel this way,
but I haven't got a clue.
Maybe it's one of those days,
where i feel really inferior to you.

The internal silence i felt,
gave me shivers down my spine.
It was eerie,
It was unfamiliar,
It was foreign to me.

She was foreign to me......

~missing kal~