When words aren't enough


Chaos, confusion, apprehension.

If I cannot find my soul and desperately search for it, what would be the meaning of all this?
I breathe and go through a day of cloudy skies only to realize I did not have the wisdom to be ready for the rain.

The dark has filled the void, and I, motionless,fell to my back staring blankly at the emptiness, that hollow feeling has got its grip on me again.

I do not know where I'm going, all I know is that I'm heading somewhere, I am tired of waking up each morning in my bed though I know I'm glad that I'm still alive.

You came, you shone a light, you breathe life into me, you painted smiles on my face.

Will it be you that I live for? or will it be you that I die for?

Raindrops are falling again.