Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Well and alive

As I get older I only realised

We are all merely strangers
No matter how frequent we may lay under the same set of constellations
And have conversations of our dreams
Hands intertwined

But

We keep our demons to ourselves
We keep our insanity to ourselves

We just lay and hope the presence of warmth and company
Would vanquish this monster deep inside
That's growing
Well and alive