Fantastic Lines

  I feel a black hole In my chest It sinks all of me in it Emotionally Whenever I hear music. It's as if  my whole life Is flashing in front of me Silently And I am all mixed emotions Stumbling over the scattered  pieces of me.  while Submerging to that inner piece It pains at first, so I keep listening  till that pain becomes An addiction It's poetic, the feeling And the melody in ear swirls like sugar melted in wine Chaotic  yet kind. 

  You were too young to, understand it then. But now your vision's clear- you finally get it all. You remember the damage, The people who lost control, causing you trauma,  your soul forever holds. Now they hide, under the smiley masks And call you gently, Hey kid, Hope you are fine. But you remember it all.

I wish buttoning up the cardigan could ease the pain and mend the heart till it's whole again. For the pieces we lose here and there, take away the very existence of us I wish buttoning up the cardigan could stop them from slipping away.

I felt cold suddenly The air wasn't freezing Chills ran down my spine And my guts started wrenching The first line of that song was enough To recall that feeling Which I crave to get back, and  never want to be restrained from.  It sickens me and Clenches me from inside Till I'm squeezed into tears But I want to hold on to it As it's all I have now. 

 Awful Life How awful it is To be a person capable of things, And always distracted by thoughts. How awful it is To be a person always smiling, Even when you have no reason for that. How awful it is To give practical advice, When your own life is a mess. How awful it is To always stay silent, When the sound in your head is intensely huge. How awful it is To tell people it's gonna be okay, When you know it's never gonna work. How awful it is To live in imagination, Because real life is not worth facing off. How awful it is To keep everything inside, When the larva inside is still hot. How awful it is To say yes, When every inch of nerve is saying back off. How awful it is To live somewhere, You are not wanted at all. How awful it is To pretend, Because real you is accepted not.

  If you look into them closely,  Pictures tell alot about the moment.  Mellow tones in head resonates,  the glory of the time spent.  And sometimes the harsh cacophony of never having back,  the time and people that went.  It feels like,  they are the summary of our life.  The part of our life,  that we should never forget.  Or a medium to remember,  the moments of no regrets.  Isn't it awesome that,  you can live those happy moments again.  See those faces forever till you exist.  And keep them closer to your heart,  even when they are not with you, or there is no memory of them in your brain. It's so lovely to look at them,  Over and over.....