Confusion

My heart has drifted,
the time has stopped.
Think its about time for another pause,

But till I find the reason,
the reason for which I live,
The days will come and days will go
and yet fail in every step i take.


Sometimes all I want is
To fight and to be fought
because the pleasure of losing my sense
is far greater than to have them all.


To think is painful
To question disturbing
All I need is just a piece
A piece that ties them together
So they make sense altogether.




It's been so long since i posted last. Life has become kind of slow and inevitably i can't get things straight.