Sometimes I love the idea of hate,
I like to disappoint at things I am the best.
I am a smirker laughing inside,
a hard worker, shirking outside.
My best memories I can’t recall,
A permanent tattoo long erased and gone.
Safe to say that danger is what I crave,
I am a nomad fixated with a place.
Bright lights frighten my dark soul,
darkness is a ray of hope for me.
I see things more clearly at night,
daylight a sight I despise.
My open mind is locked to your point of view,
My curiosity stops at the what my mind does not know.
Travelling for me is sitting at one place,
Talking for me is silence in a crowded place.
Sanity is being sanely insane.
Living is dragging a lifeless life all around.
Opposites, you will say.
I will say – no, they are the same; just put together differently.