Vacant eyes,

Looking nowhere,

Not lingering in the past,

Nor looking forward to the future,

Never lonely even being alone.

When you see the grains of time

slip by and yet feel no rush.

Not trying to control,

Yet fully in control.

Your reason for existence being

Just to find that reason.

When laughter gave way to a smile

And tears became a memory

Of a distant past when it mattered.

And how ironic can it be

When you win, without trying,

That which you had tried so hard,

And shed your last tears trying.

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Again, a post after a long time. Not so structured or well-thought. Just a random thread of thoughts.

Before anyone asks me, I’m not depressed and I’ve not had a break-up. It’s from my heart and yet not a direct reflection of me. So, figure me out if you so wish to