All That Matters

In fact being lost is not to be asked for.
You are there for hours, days and years.
People see you, friends know where you are,
neighbours hear your voice, but they never ask for you.
Family step on you everyday and pass you by.
But they never... touch you.
That's how my soul flew away.
There left the shell getting heavier day by day...
Like a stone...
And like all stones.
I started to fall down..
When?
I don't remember...
But this morning I woke up earlier than usual
When I woke up,
I felt... as light as a feather..
Time slowed down.
Then it just stopped.
I managed to stop it.
And I remember everything...
How I lost everyone.
How I got lost in my house
I remember how I forgot people...

Running from hell

I keep running behind a dream. The dream that will never come true. The dream which is so possible but yet impossible. The dream of seeing whole humanity in same color. We live in the same world. We see the same sun. We admire the same moon and stars. We breathe the same air. But yet we are so divided. We feel different from others. We dont see the eyes with tears, the smile in the face, heart behind the soul. We dont see the humans anymore. We see people with a color with a religion. We see rich and poor, strong and weak. We see the flasgs. And the most we see is our own gain. We are here to live a life and it can be only enjoyed when we are happy. I feel happy when I make someone happy. But the way we have changed this world, Its easy to count the moments when we were actually happy. What else can I do. I can only dream of that day when I will be living among human beings and not aliens. May be my dream will come true in years when people will start forgetting religion, origin and color. May be I was born on wrong time. May be this is the hell of some other planet. May be I am in hell.