It's the despair

I have been suffering

for two days.

Is that book affecting me?

or,

I am so hope-less

I feel so distant from the person

ten inches away standing.

Thoughts drop and drop.

All the food like the props.

I feel like in a movie.

The strange and weird, but a sensible one.

Only the face wandering around my body.

I stand not for the taste;

for the feeling.

Actually, the taste is a bonus.

Actually not.

It's a part of the whole.

I am searching for more bonuses.

Straight to the park,

I saw a man staring at me with anger.

or,

It seems to me.

Hmmm.

He is not the only one.

Many men I come across.

They go down; Most of them don't even begin

from my head.

I feel like a loser.

They win like always making me an object.

I want safety, so I can write.

I have to tell a lot to my diary.

In the park, feeling distant in my head

or,

it's the inability to comprehend.

I don't like to pick always.

My mind on light with all its energy.

Buckets of thoughts have been raining over me.

My thoughts caught the attention of people

who might take me mad.

To the thoughts again,

a little bit mouth open.

No idea!

I am not in awe.

I don't know.

I am unaware of,

but they make sense.