Each moment coming out;
thread by thread.
Experiences I have been through. Things I have seen-
every detail spinning around my mind.
Going round in a never ending hedge;
corner after corner: I find myself lost
deep inside this maze that I have trapped myself in.
Pretty pictures still form, but they are too hazy;
like having missing puzzle pieces,
never able to be complete.
What have I missed?
Everything is unravelling, falling out of my fingers
Tumbling too quick for me to grasp.
The new beginnings that I have not yet fathomed;
the searches of my own being from within.
Bulks of entangled memories and raw emotions:
the book filled with thousand stories.
And I know that at the core of it all are none other
than my own creations, my own demons;
fighting head to head.
My insecurities, anxieties, uncertainty and fear is all I am left with.