Thoughts In A Bubble

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Haunted 

I got scared of all the voices in empty walls

Of all the broken hearts

I got scared of all the shadows that haunt me

And i found myself looking for sadness

A sadness i was scared of

A sadness that left me voiceless

A sadness that once ignited an inner demon that spit gold 

From a heart that was by happiness turned cold 

And i grew an inner need for demons and fire

I was scared of papers and pens and words that hold no rhyme 

I was scared to try

To go back to a sadness that ignited an inner strength or relief 

But i was beyond coldness

I was a frozen dead body that had no home

No pens 

No paper

That wished to go back but never found the way

I was beyond pain 

I was beyond coldness

I was plain 

I longed for sadness 

I longed for words

But i found myself speechless 

With an exceeding desire to fall

With useless words that only my longings know

I am haunted by sadness

And to sadness I belong 

Human population 

Being part of the human population we are bound to feel, to love, to seek. We are bound to lose, to fail, to drown, to hate. We are bound to be left, abondened, betrayed. To be broken, to be sad, to be hurt. We are bound to be disappointed, to be delicate. We are bound by tears, and fears.

But being part of the human population, we are bound to heal, to care, to fall in love again. To keep moving, to try, to refrain. We are bound to be saved, to be held, to adapt, to achieve, to start over again. As part of the human population, we are bound to forget, to reach, to climb, higher and higher, into a better place. We are bound by whispers lifting us into a better state, into a happier state.