As Alive As Dead

The ghosts of past Lost in the pages, innumerable Shout out and try to tell me something. I do not understand the language that I spoke once. I scream frantically for help But I am all alone In the mess that is not all mine. I try to break the walls around me But there are many I wish to go past them someday. The dreams now shattered, hurt my eye. The tears dried long ago. I run away from these ghosts Only to find them by my bedside everynight. *************************************************************** I don't know where it came from:)

‘Wait’, she gasped, nursing her bruised knee.. but he was far ahead of her. She tried to keep an eye on him so she doesn’t lose him in the sea of people. She was tired. She was breathless. She wanted to rest. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying not to think about him for a while. Trying not to rush behind him all the time. It had been a long journey. But it seemed that she hadn’t seen anything. She was missing out on so many things just to keep up with him. He never stopped. He went on and on. He would never slow down to walk with her. Instead she would keep running behind him, to keep up. Often she would tire out and fall behind. But he would hardly notice. Once I while he would stop and wait for her to catch up. She would get an impatient look everytime, when she looked for sympathy. She wanted to go slow. She wanted to enjoy every bit of the journey. In between she would want to stop and admire the...