bicycleofthoughts

Silence, light, dark, boom!
Sitting in an empty room.
Haven’t felt a fresh breeze on my face in a long while.

Do you know how to kill the concrete?
The greener pastures, picturesque.
How can I reserve some pixels for myself?

Call it a picnic, bring my friends.
I need a walk, the world moves fast.
The map I hold glows bright.

Laughter is an easy matter.
The silent cries inside don’t subside.

Can emptiness evolve to tranquility?
Shadows don’t scare me,
cause the light doesn’t reach my heart.

The visuals are curated for my addiction
The tastes are curated for my addiction
The fragrances are there to numb me.

I yearn for the touch of warmth,
Speak to me, the words you feel
I know I haven’t given enough.