When we are here, we think of being somewhere in the past. When we were in that moment in the past, we thought of being somewhere else – an imaginary perfect land.
How nothing ever satisfies us! Anything we would choose over anything else, it never would suffice. There’s always a void inside which makes us move frantically from one place to another, from one relationship to another, from one job to another. But it all comes down to the same sadness again.
Why does this sadness feel to be more permanent than anything?
How far have we come from ourselves? This incompleteness has become a part of our beings. The loneliness that we feel even amidst the people who love us and whom we love, is the most disheartening place to ever be!
Where am I
In a vast dark abyss
Slowly engulfing me
Into its threatening depths
There’s no light or skies
Too far from my own self
Into a terrifying numbness
The mind extends its
Restless arms
Shouts aloud for a helping hand
To be pulled out from this hell
But all in vain
Would it destroy me
Just like it did before
How would I stand
On my fragile feet again
It seems so tiresome
The effort life demands
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