I just want an entry.. I can't think of a title... again 🥲
This life, it is very faulty There are times I feel I'm empty... As the cold wind passed by, hugging my longing skin While unbidden tears are falling down to my chin And music playing that my emotions akin A thought in my mind ringed, "How have I really been?" From the breaking of dawn, to the setting of sun In my mind I say "Today is gonna be fun" Come night, when all is calm, looking back what I've done, Something that is fulfilling, I find nothing... none. But how should 'fulfilling' be actually defined? Should it be satisfying, to have peace of mind? Or is it enough to be just good and be kind? Searching and seeking, now I need my thoughts untwined. As I am sorting my thoughts, my mind remembered That we as humans, satisfied––we are never, There are even things we want to last forever And we're in vain, unless in our hearts He'll enter. There is no way for us to belong to His fold But to detach our hearts from this worldly abode Surely,...