New places with strange faces
So many characters with so many tales
As usual emotions but unusual depictions
Various colors from different regions,
...
I'm no poet. I remain as a question mark of not knowing myself. That remained a black hole of hollowness inside me. A never ending thoughts of euphoric human drama which results a sham of mental dilemma. And it is eating me by shredding me into tiny pecks of dust bit by bit, piece by piece, slowly… s l o w l y... s l o w l y... I am directionless, meaningless and moreover, another synonym of absurdity.)
The 'real We'
New places with strange faces
So many characters with so many tales
As usual emotions but unusual depictions
Various colors from different regions,
Various styles with different religions.
Perceptions with personalities changes
With personalities, belief systems vary
But the uniqueness in each among the kind, remains still - that's what separates us as humans from humanoids.
Words are like Bullets. once you shoot them, you cannot retrieve them back.
You Born Unique. Be Unique.
Pain, is the purest form of energy. A synonym of reality. It differentiates the reality from dreams. Otherwise, the our actual existence is unknown and remains senseless.