I spilled my mind onto these pages.
I wasn't sure what would come out.
What came to be were parts of my soul,
creating puddles left and right.
I let go of all expectations.
I wasn't sure what happens next.
The cycles then came to a standstill,
causing confusion left and right.
All the love you offer I feel lost in.
Sadness is perfection but is costing
way more than I'm able to afford now.
This is not a war; Why is your sword out?
Are you bored now?
Silly little things we all are used to
have me listening to soul and blues too.
Hollow is the heart of the addicted;
Beating on despite the pain inflicted
by the conflicted.
Saddened by beauty,
I was drowning in the tears
that flowed right through me,
cleansing me of all my fears.
I gasped for air till
my lungs were full and I could breathe.
I knew that there will
be pain as long as I believed;
And so I wandered,
letting go of things without
becoming haunted
by ill regret and things like doubt.
~~~
Luka Korba
