A Blast of questions from the past

I wrote this long back (Aug 12 2003) To love life for what it is ?
No barriers no boundaries ?
To be what it is ?
The thoughts invading into fantasies
The happiness fading into darkness.
The reality giving into the virtuality
Whats real , whats in and whats out in open?
What is it I am living for what is it that I would "die" for ?
Why is the duality of speech not appreciated
And multiple thoughts is being open and thoughtful?
The thin line between careless and carefree
The thinner line between Self and being responsible.
No distinction between lost and found?
What is love , a loyalty or royality?
Why is what we sow is what we reap?
Why is there has be past to build the present?
There is always a impression before the person
There is always a shadow that is left even the day fades away
Why is that the land always gives away to the water
Why is that there are two organs to think with
What if i dont think like the flowing water.
Are the emotions like the flow of tears that dries up.
Is the end of everything so much like the river going into the sea???

Crawling in my skin

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure


discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real