Jostling past the crowds
of those who comprehend nothing
and those who comprehend Nothing
Thinking, seeking, finding, losing again
When all that love offered
vanished out of sight
And all that humanity offered
smothered my soul
~It is as if you know some part of you will always be lost-
No amount of reading, talking, exploring
can reclaim it for you
(Sometimes it seems that the world is too slow for my thought process. So my 100 thinking seconds are actually only 1 real second in the world. I’m saying this not out of vanity. But because I’ve always found a lot of time for thinking in between everything. Really.)
Nehaan 