I smell the air
and taste the breeze.
I sense a presence there;
a kindred spirit next to me
that hovers everywhere.

alone, bringing my story two steps ahead
not bothered with what others have to say
moving away from things I like and dislike
not thinking anymore about wrong and right
becoming at once distant
knowing nothing will remain constant
not for a longer stretch

Staying away from all the noise
trying to hear my inner voice
tapping into my inner conscience
listening to the beats and melodies
of a huge universe without us

There is a place still somewhere
where no one cares
a peaceful shaded shed
where no thoughts take over
the fake happiness soon comes clear
and so do the inane sadness
they do not matter, much.

The equal forces
tied at the both ends of our soul
untying all the strings
breathing the beats of bliss
the end of the life as we cease to be
from what we had to be.

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I’m selling my soul
Let no bidder, intervene
No inquiry entertained
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i don't like sleeping alone,
so i slept with my conscience;
how many rights have i wronged?
it echoed through my skull.
tonight i am restless.

i don't like sleeping alone,
so i slept with my insecurities;
again, i am rattled by a question,
will i ever be enough?
tonight i lie awake.

i don't like sleeping alone,
so i slept with my anxiety;
it grabbed my heart in its hands,
and told me:
so many things are wrong.
tonight i could not breathe.

i don't like sleeping alone,
so i slept with my guilt;
it had no query, but it kept me up:
i have wronged many people.
tonight no sleep came.

i don't like sleeping alone,
so i slept with loneliness;
hearing the pitter-patter of footsteps,
sonder seeping in my bones,
tonight i rest in echoing silence.

Writing down words,
Left from deception,
Finding no worth,
From lack of connection.

Finding my sight,
But losing my strength,
Feeling its bite,
Breathing its hate.

Pain is still there,
It never deceases,
Leaving me bare,
Always to feed it.

Some use their swords,
To fight their own battles.
I build my fort,
Riding life’s saddle.

My mind’s a warzone,
I’m constantly fighting,
Not trying to own,
I’ve lost my own sighting.

Pain finds its way,
Down to my bone,
It screams out my fate,
But never will show.