Invisible Ink

Everything repeats itself,

In different form,

Yet still feels the same.

But who will keep mine?

I silently listen to everyone,

Tiring to feel excited, then next thing I know,

It's not gonna happen anyway.

I see hope slowly slipping away from my hand like a sand.

Disappointments are too frequent that it's not surprising anymore

But I want to keep my Faith anyway,

Vast,

Empty,

Void,

Blank.

Countless descriptions

I guess I haven't really learned

But you were dragging the shackles with you

You weren't trapped

The most dangerous time of the day.

When thoughts keep rushing in,

Overreacting and very transparent?

Is it worthy to show how you feel?

Right, while you flaunt your feelings,

Some are trying to escape reality through things.

Games, movies, books, imaginations,

How can you accuse them for being addicts, nerds, geeks?

They are just trying to experience what they can't do directly.

You maybe fortunate, honest