Surviving...

Going in, going within my world.
My world, my dreams where I exist.

My dreams that wander through the landscape of my mind,

My mind that shadows the emptiness of my soul.

My soul that slowly fades as I write unto these pages,
My pages that reduce with every thought I share.

My thoughts that wake up to the reality of life,
My life… I am alive. I am living. I am surviving.
Am standing at the crossroads, in front of mirrors.

Nowhere to go. No one to stretch out hands and help me.

I have tried hard sometimes, not to try at all.
But scared that the sky will turn black,

Scared that it will never pour in the rains.
Perhaps I have to move on with a veil of ignorance.

It may sound weird.
It may sound strange.
It is, in fact, a bit true. A bit like me.