Carefree, casual smile; all the while. Answering all questions, be they easy or even tough, my answers seem enough. I talk direct, never serious; much jest, much love, much zest; I’m at times, like a pest. Always same, for old habits can’t change; innocent yet very mature, of my future I seem sure. I am … Read moreI, me and myself..
I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read moreOn observing..
an empty book in my hand, an empty mind and my heart, I sat once, unknowing of how to say what I felt. knew not why I felt a void, felt unease even to speak; knew not a soul would listen, only pretend to understand. heart knew not how to lie, words had to escape, … Read moreHow it all began
A question I ask myself now, Have I really been a true friend? If so, can I tell, to what end? No, a doubt still remains somehow. I feel your presence, yet I feel alone, hear the still silence, till it is echoes, your sound far away, Where am I today? Your company you do … Read moreQuestioning myself