When it’s Dark, I can’t see
The confusion alleviates me
My senses are in dissaray
And I am lost screaming mayday.
A light goes on, shinning brightly
But its rays beam out faintly –
I am lost on my own way
So blind in a world filled of dissaray;
A sound echo confuses my mind
Further again I am unable to find
Where’s the center of my cosmos
Within the layers of the chaos.
Busy With Organising
I am busy on my own, trying to keep up with the organization of my posts and feeds, trying to experiment with days and time of posting. When my things are not organized I am very confused with knowing what needs to be done, and I am quite unhappy with my writing activities, for as long as nothing is working as I want it to, my brain is completely shut off – I am unable to focus further.