Nausea of existing

When daily life seems not to make sense any longer.

In Nobody's Land,

all is covered by this pelicula of dust...

thick, sticky and old, 

plenty of stories untold. 

This nausea overshadow me like a grey cloud, 

robbing colour from every form, 

changing beauty into indiference, 

turning Joy into numbness, 

making me lose the essence. 

How long do I wander in this misty place?

 

I exist in this outdated frame, 

not as a fitting piece, 

but as a floating part, 

in a strange game. 

I wish ...nothing.

I want... anything. 

I just AM,

in this neverending Now. 

One... with TAO...

Reviews

[Shandra Sun]

So tao, dearest... you're pure.
Always let all in, and out, and on
the right moments...

You're the best one!

E.L.

[Shandra Sun]

That's te only way isn't it? In an out... in this dance we call life.
Thank you for your comment. I feel honored.

I think it is.... I'm still calculating all other wise paths, but tao, oh my... you feel me as I feel you! thank you love xo always welcome soulmate