Talking to these shadows, surmising its you , but when i look up in the mirror , i know its not possible to having a picture frame of us even in dreams too.
Seems like this darkness won’t let me see the daylight, cause i can’t find the path to walk on but a place where i can stand and only can hope that this will be alright.
Even friends are unable to discern this solicitousness, introspecting stuff so that i can easily look up, cause i am done with this tight neck. No one can look onto your thoughts so its only me who is dealing with this mess.
Grey pains , colorless laughter , anxiety all i have. This sky is not blue anymore. Its raining still i am not damp. Evanescing in this smoke , “all i asked for her not these dark dreams”.