The reign of my confusion
allures me, vibrates with
my seclusion.It is a flame
where nothing burns.

I am often in doubt.
I never know what mask
to wear to hide my misery.

I missed the perfect love,
the perfect life, the perfect job.
Life is too strong for me.
Sometimes I sit lifeless and

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. I don't know about you, but the perfect anything is but an illusion in this life. Many run after the illusion their whole life, ignoring what is in front of them. It is the little things that really are the big things. We may think we had missed it, but we often do not tend to see the greatness in our littleness. For if we were not little, we would not need others in our lives to make us whole. Blessings. tc