Trapped in this confined space,
whatever is keeping me sane,
I keep on searching.
The more it feels to be stuck,
the more it feels to be suffocate,
the more it feels I am losing it.
The thoughts that linger in my mind,
the words that I wish to convey,
the words that I wish to let it out.
Games.
Games..
Gah, they don't seem to matter now.
Every year seems to be the same,
different room,
but similar ceiling.
I can't stop thinking,
I can't occupy my mind with something.
If there is,
it is too much for a wish.
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