Painted with thoughts & no more a blank canvas,
I drown in the depths of my surreal high.
Seeking silence, to reflect on the noise my mind invokes,
Insatiable lust for inspiration eggs my senses to inch further,
Eyes beg mercy, hands tremble.
But thoughts turns minutes to lashes.
The words seem like soul leaving my mind
With every etch left on the parchment.
Maybe this night i won’t be haunted by
My own thoughts.
Sensing silence, my thoughts collide.
Crowded with contradictions,
Covered in emotions,
I Dream.
I raise a toast,
Neither to my success,
Nor to my failures.
But, to the repercussions
Of being submissive.
Reflections of my temptations
Don’t suffice yet survive.
A true test awaits.
The true goal of my life, to revive.
Replenish those hollow memories
Of simple, joyful living.
Call me foolish or juvenile
But true joy of life,
I find in being giving.
