The runaway feelings.

If you ever experienced a feeling,
you can not quite put into words.

You have got yourself,
a sanctuary.

What you became.

You turned to nothing,
in my atmosphere.

Every little thing,
that was once great,
and,
nothing.


Absolutely,
nothing.

Alienation.

And i feel like throwing all the WH questions at you.

The voices in my mind.

I've been going in circles for too long,
that i forgot how to draw a straight line.

Bohemian Wish.

An island.
You.
And me.

My wish.

To stop doing what ever i am doing.
To stop doing.
To stop wanting.
To leave.

Wishes.

For you to be, mine.
And only, mine.
Forever.

For me to be always with, you.
And only, you.
Forever.

To be held, like you will never,
let go.

Claims.

If you think you understand me,
you don't know me.

Becoming an alien in your own world.

And i type,

and delete,

and type and type and type,

and then, 

delete.

I can't even put it into words.

I can't find something to compare it to.

I do not know, how i feel like.

On thinking.

I think too much,
that i start forgetting the fine line between what i made up in my thoughts,
and what is real.

Will it ever make sense?

It is not feeling too much that hurts.

Neither not feeling at all.

Not making sense.

That is what aches me. 

The unexisting home.

I feel,
home sick.

Pictures.

Sometimes,
i watch pictures,
to remember how happy i was then.

To visualize.
To relive.
To just,
remember.

Sometimes. 

The truth.

Truth is,
the most cheerful of people,
are those who are most depressed.

I don't know what is more sad.

Is it me,
being too cheerful.
Or me believing my pretense.