Blimey

Independent?

Serenity?

Accountability?

Isolation?

Bizarre?

Blimey, I'm at loss of words

I'm not so sure anymore

It's so peculiar

finding yourself questioning

all over again

you own purpose

Maybe I'm one year older now

honestly

I'm still as confused as I was

I'm disappointed

For I have not found what I'm searching for

Looking for answers

Sometimes I stumbled upon some things

Things that move this cold heart

Coincidentally taught me something else

Even when I cannot fathom these thoughts mostly

Again

Maybe these pair of eyes got blinded

Chasing after temporary beauty

No matter, things fade eventually

Or so I might think of it

I swear, never have I ever felt this

Shivering like the cold leaf

Groping for every hold I can get

I know of my capabilities

This time I feel

Vulnerable?

Immortal?

Attached?

Feeble?

Committed?

Blimey, I'm at loss of words