I was back in the same room
the helplessness, the despair,
a feeling of impending doom.
When I was trying hard to collect the pieces
God decided i wasnt that good an architect afterall.
He gave me a few and kept most of them.
But they were broken nonetheless after the fall.
I moved on with whatever I had,a feeling,
an experession and a resolution.
some love, some loss, some sadness and some confusion.
Its not like i hated my self
but it was difficult to love once again.
When I uncovered the layers all i found was a lot of pain.
I tried to smile but it wont come through.
The world which was once bright now had a sepia hue.
I wondered what did i do to deserve it.
and god said you act all important but its actually not worth it.
