We live together, so close to each other
So deep the loving; in between
Yet, how close we really can keep together?
Walking alike, yet; the path is unknown.
Think alike, yet; don’t think us as one.
Being prisoned by walls, don’t make us shout out of hatred-
Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul.
Boundaries of bindings being torn into pieces;
Yet a bed is the destiny at every night.
Darkness fills the room every morning.
Deep pain burn and turn into black.
Following rituals make us exhausted;
Yet thoughts to escape keep on coming.
Following the turn when night falls
Keep on returning to that very dump bed!!
