It feels like ages
Having this numbness as my profitable friend
But not so numb anymore
How can you tell?
When a picture comes to mind, is that how?
When a heart beats faster till you can hear it even in crowded room, is that how?
My oblivion comes knocking on me
Offers me a contradictory
I would say I accept it
But how can I, if it’s not seen by my own eyes?
How can I, if it’s not heard by my own ears?
My belief…feeling is my massive treasure
My feeling…has been a numbness to my brain
I fall and stand up again with my own two feet
I have recovered and choosing the solid form of my thoughts
So when it happens,
How do you know again?
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