In a little market i struggle to cut through the eternal crowd of people, stalls and cars who exerts every effort for their presence to be recognized. Standing in the sidewalk i gaze on the busy people, not understanding what they say but unraveling on what they are doing. I just want to get lost. Lost, for me to search a newer self. Obliged to create my own music which for so long no one hears.Writing my piece which no one ever read.I get lost sometimes and yet i don't intend to hide. More often i beg to exist, needed and be missed.that is why i want to get lost, wishing someone would search for me."where have you been ?" that question brings pleasure to my ear."I missed you" brings melody into my being. "I need you here in my side"Completes my existence. In reality i struggle in the midst of nowhere, still getting lost and searching for the soul that would miss mine.This strange place, unfamiliar corners and unnamed faces lurks in my eyesight. I drift and courageously fight against fear. It doesn't take long for me to conquer it. When I do I hunt for another challenge. Where do i belong?I listen to myself speak, but too many voices speaks and to many contradiction with myself. 2010 please bring peace in me. I have not written for so long. I got lost, drifted to far. With a little spark of hope I cling to it...praying that this time it would be different. no time for regret. no time to forgive. No time....new year, happy are those who found themselves and those they found.Spirit has been sleeping all this time, walking without a soul.Want to help myself, but I allow myself to be a victim of circumstances which I made. looks like its about time to awaken this sleeping soul.
