Vomits

Speaking of all the things he has seen and done Like working , studying,pissing,getting off and sleeping all alone He wakes and kills all the feelings he had Which don't get killed coz they keep coming back. And he wanna scream and cry, Wanna let some to know his inside And on this lovely Earth and beautiful organisms He feels so down that he had to be none but a human Men's art amaze him but deeds they don't He feels like entire humanity is lost But losing faith in humanity is not so nice Especially when just one hurt you You can't just destroy your life Not ever not at any cost. So,looking at a world with a different lens He starts to see things he never had Flying birds,green fields and blue skies Grey clouds, cool breeze and potable water He finds himself loved and acts like a lover For the world around him and not just any other. Thinks about a universal soul like Paulo says Or is it something like futility of war and dying men, Lost lovers,cheating wives and blinded Tolstoyan tales He thinks he can get lost in big words of big people He is not someone else but just a man in himself I know he doesn't show up much anymore He doesn't like attention and the feeling of being thrown He is a simple man with not so simple tale As simple men always do unthinkable. He thinks of life as beautiful women and swallows His feelings under his ties And tries to follow The gibberish of sounds far away in the water and in sands In plains, plateaus and marshmallows He remembers himself from past , feels sad and then smiles Coz now he's loved and its something intransient In nature's arms he wants to sink and float and now he vomits love wherever he goes.