No matter how much we shake it off, the sadness comes back. Why? An answer only time will tell. No matter how much we try to forget, the memories and sorrow comes as if it were to haunt you to your grave. No matter how much we smile, laugh and enjoy the moment for what it is, it's all swept away in an instant... and it's gone, forever.

How could we loose something so easily, when we spent ages trying to build it?
How could we find something, and realize that it was all a silly little dream?
How could we wake every morning to the sound of the birds, but never listen?
How could we love, cherish and adore, and yet... nothing comes of it?
How could we be seen, when no one ever looks?
How could we touch, when we have become so numb already?
How could we teach, when we dont even have a clue?
How could you say those words, and yet, they seem so meaningless to me?
How could there be two completely different sides... and you become lost in translation?

It doesnt seem right. Some get all they want, and more. Some dont get anything at all. Some search, and find what they were looking for, but some just dont. Some seem happy, but aren't. Some seem angry, but are so content. Some seem so smart, but are actually clueless.




The sadness, as it is covered in icings of sweetness, and ressemblances of happinness, comes back. It haunts you. It daunts you. It overwhelms every bit of your heart.

Nirvana, where are you?
Nirvana, searching nirvana.