Every once in a while, you can’t escape from feeling bitter.
You’d wake up with a smile and then reality hits, you’re
living a lie and what you have isn’t really yours.
I’ve been asked countless times, what I want in life? I’d
struggle to maintain my smile and paused, looking for words and the best that I
could come up with is- I don’t know.
So what is life and how it works? Not everything is about
a seed, growing into a sapling, growing into a mighty tree, putting up flowers
and fruits and seeds and the cycle starts over.
What if life is like a cough or a sneeze? Is it crucial for
everything, every breath, every smile and tears to have a meaning? Can you tell
me what the meaning is? What if life is like an accident? There's no way that we can rationalize that.
I am so deep in layers of lies I’ve spun that I can’t even
remember what truth is.
Life in the city, many lonely souls living close together.
That's not my face. I don't know who he is.
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