i don't know when it started
frankly speaking, i won't want to know anyway.
been having weird dreams.
snippets of it seems so real-
black.
white.
black.
white.
the increasing sense of can't be bothered-ness
and the feeling of nothingness resides still.
there was nothing in those faces she sees
feeling unwanted
she turns and walks quietly away
trying to leave this whole facade behind
one she hopes it to be.
but then again, she knew deep down-
it never was.
winding paths down her face, each uniquely constructed.
and so
she decides to shut herself from the world once again
for fear she may lose that little security she has.
but then again. what has she to feel secured in?
and all she got was nothing but a smirk
somewhere from a corner which closed its sides on her.