Wednesday, December 14, 2011


Mind shut, heart sealed.
Here we go again, leaving the past behind us.
I don't know you and of course, you don't know me too.

We're in a different world now. Each of us lives in different parts of it.
We see each other virtually everyday, and yet I don't recognise you
and no, you don't recognise me too.

My sanity is high on drugs, my soul is drunk.
My eyes are the witnesses, but my lips are sealed to my fingers.

I wish I can crap on other things, but I still do crap on concrete shit, like what you are.


Iva Munira.