Oblivious

Sometimes I’m oblivious. At times my mind is blind and my thoughts cannot see. So innocent though and how so disasterous. Sometimes I cannot read certain pages of this book called life, it is as though they are written some in diffirent languages that I cannot read – only a few pages on do I …

Sleep day

Sometimes I just want to stop, forget and never remember. When the day rebuilds those memories I hide, the one that tear the sinews of my existance – I wish I could stop the day and start sleeping – for only then am I truelly content, hidden and free. I slept the whole day today.