In a world that searches for new destinations and journeys…
Between what I know and have forgotten and
what I know not and struggle to remember
You will find how much steady l’m
And looking at me….
It reflexes several pieces of mine
Most of those are colourless.
I am left with nothing but the remnants.
I’m on a journey but I don’t have a companion
I kept on going far………..
Just like the moon i am contented admiring you from afar .
I wonder what was my fault that I’m still being punished for….
Silences are more in numbers than talks in my life…
All the while you feel alone..
But why do people leave???