It is difficult entering an unwelcome abode
Love that feels like a favour
Walls coloured with disdain and corners cluttered with pain
Who would live those thoughts every day?
That passive anger driving the agenda of life, without thinking twice
How much a soul can devote to negativity?
‘Tis time for the soul to decide and walk away from everything; even oblivion
Why be cloaked in humiliation?
If not for that realisation, it won’t ever dawn on the mind to embrace solitude
Being bare and stripped off all the negativities feels like true freedom
Feelings aren’t a trade-off, but benevolent when without ulterior motive