14 February 2012

And so it came to be

this isolation that I am

I can only look to me

to find the way it all began

this confusion, constant

hunger for something more than this

I strive to find this being

that I envision, yet seem to miss.

Could it be that I am empty-

or maybe a little lost?

Could it be that I am lonely,

or seek happiness at any cost?

This never-ending Something

that I am living deep inside,

depicts the illusion of myself

and all I have to hide.

chelsie_downingMaybe Theres Somthing.. • Opuss № I