A sprinkle of dust,
reclaiming my vagabond days,
wandering aimlessly on deserted streets,
at nightfall,
lost identity,
ravaged by time,
only stars and clouds are real,
i remain a pale version of myself,
charred voice,
longing for my anchor,
she’s inexistent,
imaginary lover,
bare open your heart,
embrace my soul,
tired and worn out,
fatigue,
no energy left to fight and overcome ordeals,
when this madness going to stop!
i seek answers, selfish ones!
for my happiness and mental peace,
show me the path,
alcohol is my only solace,
to run away from the world,
hiding behind the layers of emotions.
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