Things, people and places...seem empty
Like a face without the defining balls in its sockets
Hollow, devoid of meaning
Where has the soul gone to?
The essence of each element
Only apparitions of it appear sometimes
The soul, only a ghost existing
in the past
When music had definition
When its words had nuances
When people had conscience
Material meant less
And love and respect meant almost all
Till the soul returns
This world is hollow, devoid of meaning
Empty sockets without its defining balls on a face that was meant to be beautiful.
-Copyright: Fn2013
either we are just getting older to appreciate stuffs or there is actually something wrong with the world...mehhh
ReplyDeletep.s come on dear...give me more!!! hehe
hahahah.... semenjak dua menjak ni baru terase nak berblog balik...soon..coming soon...hahah..(i hope :p)
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