Alone. Wanting. Keep moving on.
A mind is a complicated and deep. Like the river flows. It wanders at it please, while analysing to the tiniest details. Contained the bulk of living and the dark of death.
Lonesome. With hundreds of people scattered round. Detached. Trying not to care. Building walls – brick by brick. Strength comes from within, from the ability to stand up.
Wanting. What all have and rightfully earned. The elusive. The understanding. Security. A leash not meant to punish but to keep safe.
Moving on. Day by day. Sometimes the memory came, and crushing. Sometimes the logical came, and reasoned. Giving up should not be an option, nor the heart be forgotten. Nor the heart be forgotten.