I wonder why,
Everyone is running:
Running away to someplace,
They can’t even see.
Some run with a reason,
They can feel.
Others do it,
Just because their souls are not free.
They all keep running to me.
Blinded emotions run through their veins;
Choices, satisfaction tossed in the air;
When the cloud comes up, they have lost their way.
I am somewhere else-far far away;
The realization strikes a little too late.
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Fame Laments and Un Sourire have stirred my soul and I couldn’t stop myself from writing this comment.
God has its own way of making all of us feel his presence…sometimes directly and sometimes through its creations. Your thoughts and words that you chose to express those thoughts clearly prove this premise.
You have been blessed with great sense of imagination and can feel the purest emotions that nature has imbued in each and every human being (but most of us seldom feel those because we are blindfold with so many worldly appearances and possessions). The longing to be free, to be pure and to be happy could not have been expressed in a better manner than this.
It would not be an exaggeration if somebody tells you that you would be a great writer if you follow your passion. Keep looking inwards and talking to yourself for the reasons as to why you exist and you will find the ways to live a meaningful life.
Keep writing!
Thank you for your encouraging words. It makes the whole process of "imagining" and "words-flowing-out" easier. I'll try writing frequently, please keep following! Again I appreciate you taking time out and going through my page and for the support! :)
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