Carrying around the frustration

The lost things around me

Causes I believed in

People I use to know

Places where I felt at home

It is going, gone at a moment


Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for


People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order