When I leave my world, I die.

When I come to real world, I die.

When I am in my world, I am happy.

When I come to your world, I get unhappy.

When I speak with myself, I am fluent.

When I speak with others, I am faltered.

It seems I try to find something futile.

I am tired of this Force.

I am tired of this Separate.

I want to stay in mine

Because this is my main.

 

Gita Pwyesh

February 7 / 2019

3 a.m