These are parallel worlds..yours, mine and ours...each world
believing in another..unsure if it exists...yet being connected by
unseen strings. You are not new, neither is your existence to me..yet,
in your absence, I doubt if your real...
I move on and I feel no difference. Like nothing is lost. Like everything remains just as it was. This cup will remain full for as long as I keep drinking from it.
In sunset and with sunrise, you enter before I open my eyes. These are not tears, they are only the rays of your light.
Its like a feeling of being barren. Of being incapable of retaining life. These are my war times. A battle with an enemy I'm not sure I know. It's not a win-win situation for sure. For whoever is defeated, remains to be a dead part of me.
So yesterday when I nearly lost my life, I was pulled out, punishment is not in demise. For punishment is maybe not the Universe's style.
I move on and I feel no difference. Like nothing is lost. Like everything remains just as it was. This cup will remain full for as long as I keep drinking from it.
In sunset and with sunrise, you enter before I open my eyes. These are not tears, they are only the rays of your light.
Its like a feeling of being barren. Of being incapable of retaining life. These are my war times. A battle with an enemy I'm not sure I know. It's not a win-win situation for sure. For whoever is defeated, remains to be a dead part of me.
So yesterday when I nearly lost my life, I was pulled out, punishment is not in demise. For punishment is maybe not the Universe's style.
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