To the Stranger

 I saw you surrounded by metaphysical questions but you seem to care less about the answers. Your heart feels empty but your mind puts you in the places of paranoid where you forget to rip the thread between delusions and reality. You're no longer living in the world others are living and that's where heart gets filled with hegemony of torments, where the soul gets vaporized. 

The images you see, the voices you hear are not real but how powerful they are to make a mockery out of you. Things that do not even exist shake the reality of your existence. You are real. You exist however you feel like you're trapped inside someone else's body looking around for help yelling but still unheard. 

Dear, you're no longer a human but just a vacuum with nothing within and around. As you close your eyes there is no more lights glistening around but just you alone and your shadow that's too slowly fading away in the middle of dark nowhere ironically you find yourself lost, walking towards the foggy dead end. 

Switch back to reality with the flaws and lies, the only real thing you felt was pain that made you full of life. Just because you feel lifeless you are striving for the exalted pain again so that you could live.

You said to me," I realize that I've got only me, but now I'm my own enemy." But how difficult is it to have your own peace of mind? How difficult is it to live with your actual self? How difficult is it to win a fight when its you against you? 

Let me tell you something, I was always drowning, drowning and drowning in water to the extent I thought I finally became an ocean but just then my lungs were filled with water again. 

That's where I met you, again.