In my silence, i meet myself

Dragging a day to the next, hopelessly, until a figure hit me, like myself from afar. Surprised at first, how lucky I'm to find someone from my tribe, to my vibe.

Then fate came to greet me at my door, how the dead can be resurrected, the alive one says, by love. What a coward love is, it makes the tunnel just to slam us with dead by every next exit.

Love is nothing but a sweet illusion of having hope, sitting next to it peacefully in your silence, at your worst.

Breaking souls to let them ignite with hopes, or to the worst believing it all to be your world! Dead one comes alive, only to be let down- to know, they have to be dead again, but this time, slowly drowning in their own regime.