Waiting for the night
So that I could open the cupboard
Stack some sense into it
And breathe pure reality
Live the day with normalcy
But the ice kept melting.
Shadows dancing by the darkness
Shrieks accompanies solitude
I heard those to my hidings
I fought those to my courage
But the ice kept melting.
These hidings are getting bored of me
The sitting space turns smaller
Music louder, though in order
But the ice, won't stop melting.
Spirit slips out, glass whispers to give up
10 years gone out of the closet
Nothing really changes
But the ice kept melting.
“She
waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that
people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom.
All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every
once in a while.” - Haruki Murakami
