Flying in the middle of the wind..
Watching the sky pass by..
Feeling blur and blurry..
The clouds just like the blur life..
The sky just like the blue feeling..
The wind just like the fresh air..
But the heart just like the broken wings..
Blown away all the reality
The desire wants all but the mind blocked away the thought..
And now its empty..
Its better empty than full of nothing..
But emptiness is killing..
And killing the time is hurting but its worth it..
By : Cloudy Sky..
Me, My Self And I