My heart aches uncontrollably
With a sharp grainy sound
Numbed by the occasional thought of carelessness
What ifs floating infinitely as I move
Motionless through day, after day, after day
What is the point of all this.
Is what is, even the proper question?
I don’t know much about life itself
What I know is I feel and I don’t feel
I smile and I don’t smile
I cry and I don’t cry
I scream and I don’t scream
The dualism boiling deep inside me
Is like a battle between good and evil
Light and darkness
Day and night
Young and old
How do I find that space?
The space that I call comfort
Peace, tranquility and harmony
How many mountains should I climb to get to the light?
Will I know it once I am there?
As I navigate through the woven paths
We call life
I hope that someday
I can look back and say
This is life
This is my life