Nothing mattered in the mayhem of life now She was just a consonant that existed somehow Taking care of needs and wishes of people around Her dreams choked to death without a sight or sound She had only craved for a sense of belonging Of moments of care and a touch of longing No reality had prepared her of what was coming Endless struggles and the unbecoming Of who she was and what she had desired The mystery of life and what it transpired She lost count the times she had felt broken With the harsh truths that were often unspoken She feigns still that she has forgotten The moments of life that had created spring in autumn Her heart still skips a beat when it suddenly feels alive Having been once loved ... or was it just a lie? Mayhem of life!! #yqbaba #life #moments #she
