Its not DARK yet...

Its not dark yet, and I am already silent. I can feel the numbness and listen to my restless heart beats. Its not dark yet, still I see myself running behind something absurd, something unconventional..may be something like ME...


Its not far enough that I have to travel through time to reach my own thoughts, remind myself of the days I never was alive enough. One woman beneath a gory and gloomy sky isn't enough to make me realize that I am not the same 'Her'. Its not dark yet, that I have to escape my own breathe and long for the peaceful sleep...for the closure of those eyelids like a child who knows just how to smile much more than how to shed tears.


You are not worthy enough to create a mirage of happiness around, an illusion best described as 'Meaningless' yet important. You were not there, when that woman embraced the glory of death, her emotions at point blank, speechless and pale... she laid down under that same painfully dark sky which today calls me towards it...calls me loud enough. But I know, its not dark Yet!


You, are the same, the past, future but No Present at all and I know it. I believe that You were her delusion and my illusion so as to say, nothing more and nothing less. I would rather pacify myself seeing you as a coward, than killing my soul every night.


I would love the idea to Live ... to survive my own darkness within/out you as I see it clear that its not dark yet and I still love the Obscurity in Me...