When you travel through a tunnel, the lights keep passing by, rushing to their own directions. Your eyes indulge in complete unrest. They can't decide where to focus what to follow. It seems to be resembling the times in our lives when we reach the saturation point where we are too confused as to which path looks more comfortable or secured. The turmoil inside us increases to a point where we give up on determining what's good for us. We fight till an extent and then we just decide to stop fighting and go with the flow. That's when we stop looking outside the window anymore. We just stop thinking, we stop deciding for ourselves anymore. We just wait for the tunnel to end. And when the end comes, it could be a lightless void outside or a bright blue sky waiting to welcome you.
Infatuation was what I saw As I bite my lip and watch you come God, is this really a human being? Such a bold stature that he has Lips curved like it mocks for me to kiss them And those eyes Those electrifying, sad eyes That's what got to me.