a dream last night.......
His hair was grey and his soul was very old.
He was only young
yet, he did not care too much for life.
Somehow his life was like a rollercoaster ride.
Somehow he never got off.
In my dream we talked...
sitting opposite me,
his eyes drooped.
He was not bothered.
As we talked, tears filled my eyes,
f or this image belonged to my blood.
The one who was ever so quiet.
The one whose emotions suppressed into darkness and self escapism...
the one who I assumed it would never happen too,
the one who I always knew it would.
I had a dream last night,
his hair was grey and his soul was very old.
He was only young ...
and he did not care too much for life......