About Me

An Escapist close to the world.

Friday, 4 January 2013

And why does it seem like I am pushing them out
One after the other
For reaching you
Why is there always you, at the end of the line,
But never along the way.
WHY are you the way?
Why are you so perfect?
Why aren't you like them,
confining my soul?
Maybe for that, my soul finds sanctuary only in your soul.
Why aren't you mine? Why aren't you mine?
You caress me and watch me
sprout out, widely
You stead my feet deep deep to earth and ask me to suck up the stability of Earth
You let the warmth of my existence radiate your world.
You love watching me blossom.
But you only watch.
Why aren't you mine?

You never answer.

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