The Gift

by: alonedarkconnected I stare blankly in the white page in front of me thinking of right words to write, constrcuting lines to say. thoughts that disappear, promises caught in the line, silence is the gift. Funny thing my brain stuck into space as of now. Lately I am tired and uninspired. Then count the gifts one by one. It doesn't relate to anything. Who am I? This shouldn't be the gift, how bout the story? Who is the person beyond the mirror? Don't cry. There is so much to do, but I am caught up and my feet seems doesn't want to move. I'm sitting here, waiting. Live like I'm dying, now that is something new for me. Let me try if that's all I can do, it's a gift not to remorse. humanity are dying, but the life is a gift. Humanity are rotting, but the love to feel is a gift. Let it go and go away, try not to turn back again. If I can't how will I move forward? Who's now my miracle cure? It's a long gone story, I said bye without the good in it. When I think of whats more beyond, the feeling of leaving is at hand. There I was waiting again. Walk, there's more to see, walk and don't get tired to feel. Hope that's what I long for, dream of your dream again. Say bye with the good in it and don't stay. No more room for pity and sadness. Stand up. I just realize I caught my brain again and saw I'm done with my blog for today.