Saturday, May 10, 2014

Trapped inside the glass cube

Feelings swirling through my brain
Confusion, loneliness,  Do I have friends?
Does anyone know I'm still alive?
It's bittersweet, or at least it could be.
Right now it's just bitter.
The sweetness still lies there, kind of like a grenade.
When no one touches it it's just simply there, not reacting
But when someone grabs it and throws it, there's a huge explosion.
I want someone to grab and throw the sweetness.
It'll explode into something beautifully big.
Colors morphing into one another,
flowers blooming like fireworks rapidly expanding in the sky.
But now, I lay in the bitterness waiting for someone to throw this grenade.

  

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