Earphones

Feeling so secured,
With my earphones in the right place.
Highering the volume,
I’m separated from reality.
Lalalala.

The songs in my playlist,
Seems to tell my story.
How stupid.
Believing in such petty dreams.
Lalalala.

I mouthed the lyrics.
Move my feet to every beat.
My connection, my world.
Yes, this is my music.
Lalalala.

Before reaching my destination,
Walking down the bus,
My earphones got tangled up.
Too late, it’s torn apart.
Lalalala.

Now, I feel so empty.
Biting my lips,
I take my broken music to my pocket.
Hoping I could save it.
Lalalala.

The I, Who is not Me

Days passing like this, I feel like the wind. Unnoticed. Flowing. Where would be my destination? Everybody is slipping away like a dream only for the night. My life is uneventful. No impact. My emotions are frozen and stagnant. I wish I could fly like an eagle, soaring high. Feeling the rush of life in my skin, vibrant and continuous.

My soul, the inner sanctum of my existence, yearns for something deep and passionate. She yearns for something more than she deserves. Where am I going? This land is a foreign space. I am just like Alice, lost in her own wonderland. A wonderland where the embodiment of madness is herself, her own existence. The tea parties are like the dinner nights together with the whole family, volatile and crazy. The queen of hearts is the royalty of disaster. The rabbits wore not waist pockets, but sneakers and pants.

I am an idiot, close to her insanity. Currently, I am laughing at myself. All of I wrote was simply gibberish. Out of nowhere. Maybe if I look at myself in the mirror, I would see somebody who is not me. A girl who has the same face, but a different character. She is the impeccable existence, without fault or error. I, the oddity. What is this reflection doing? Of course, she is doing my life.