LostLost.Trudging,down this infinite pathpain and sorrowWalking,no passionno emotionyesterdaytodaytomorrowLost.This whirlpool ofthoughts and feelingsso very overwhelmed,you've become numbStripped of what you arePeeling,off my thin coat of armorNaked,vulnerable,you continue wandering,Lost.
Random shizz. Noon. He stands, a detached expression on his face, observing. The grand Manhattan skyline is illuminated by the blazing sun. The immense windows of the skyscrapers glints. A bird with jet-black feathers circling a lamppost came to a stop, and stands erect, eyes gazing purposefully into the distance. A few feet away, a brown leaf tumbles down a tree, mimicking the movements of a dancer, twirling, and leaping. The scene emanates a feeling of serenity and beauty. But that was not all that he sees ----- He sees the bustling figures, the hurried gait of the pedestrians, as if not a second could be spared. They move their legs; Left right, left right. Front back, front back. He sees the troubled expression that seems to be permanently fixed onto their faces. He sees the creases on their foreheads, brought about by the accumulation of frowns over the years. He sees their faces, devoid of all posit
Great picture. You are really pretty. Where was it taken??