Numb.

So life is a bit manic at the moment, so for anyone who just knows what it's like to feel well a bit indescribable I thought I'd share a poem I wrote which tries to find the optimism in life.



A scattered heart sailed off to sea
to find a better part of me
Thoughts and dreams were left revealed
commotion should have stayed concealed
Once opened, it should have shut
clouds floating should stay put
Lingering trails across a mind
pieces left too hard to find
Optimism may lead me astray
but maybe 'It'll get better' starts today.

11 love for me ..:

Lost Soul said...

Beautiful. Your blog looks more beautiful now, seriously :)

Zee said...

nice! and i cant believe how alike we are feeling:P xoxo

Nostalgic said...

@ Zee: Seriously? I wonder that's how women often feel :)

Nostalgic said...

@ Lost Soul: Thank you, my savior :)

Lost Soul said...

Lol, i ain't any saviour. Its you and only you.

The (un)Common Woman said...

Wow. you have put across your feelings beautifully. :)

Nostalgic said...

@ Uncommon: Thank you :)

Zee said...

lol..trust me..women are W.I.E.R.D....those crazy mood swings and bitchiness...guys can never understand that:P but cheers for all those women out here:P

Anonymous Someone said...

beautiful piece,

write such beautiful proses more often. :)
and maybe tomorrow is a better day.

Cheers
Blasphemous Aesthete

Aazar ali shad said...

Nice :D

Nostalgic said...

@ Anonymous: I always try to pen down something worth reading (= keep reading!

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@ Aazar: Thanks, dude (=

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