Anna María- Happinessecrets
I’ve lost myself in questions
And other people’s nightmares.
Companions in a distorted journey
We hold each other’s hands
But still no one is able to warm our hearts.
Travelers on a foggy road
We become bait for our restless minds.
We seem to fight for survival
But most of us are numb…
And when the nightmares are gone?
The silence becomes unbearable…
Do we really need torments
In order to prove our existence?