The engine of the world
Runs on gasoline,
Live and die to fuel the endless spinning.
Speaking has made us forget how to communicate,
The way cats do,
But words tend to linger
And I hate,
I escape emotional contact,
In an effort to love
Pointless it seems,
A bit contradictory as well,
Since no one can communicate
So we get lost in the translation
From ideas to words.
These words transmit a disease of misinterpretation
Lucky people those who escape my unhealthy affection.
While the world keeps spinning
Like a ship caught in a maelstrom.
I wish I could parcel you some hugs but for now 💖
i would be waiting for such a sweet warm parcel full of happiness hugs. thank you mam
Amazing piece man!
thank you. glad you liked
This is nice!
We make small efforts, these days: A backward glance can communicate terror, and the observant soul knows to stay back, whatever his intention may have been.