Floating Sink
Floating Sink
Floating sink of feelings are there in my deep heart that suppressed to shallow myself in me...
I cruelly fascinate the darkness of dense wood to find a single ray of life's essence
That cranes me between the existence of mine and the existence of mine for the people...
Hue of all the bloody colors are being mixed in me and all although
I don't want anything, even this boastful being.
I don't have anything of mine
Besides this borrowed being here
In your peaceful, honest, righteous, non-violent and utopian world