Hurt

Its nostalgia that killing me from inside its worst I know Never I ever felt such , Its making pain and it grow..... The path is as clear as mud and I can’t even shed tears to make it flow The time is moving, The next sun is to glow My eyes wait to see but mind refused though..... Soul is charming, its laughing ,its quite busy in dreams the real self feel empty and it even can’t scream…… Its constant ,its flowing, its toughness that surround The stones i know better Then the living beings around The feelings are light as light as straw but where to fly how come they know Sometimes it hurts it hurts deeply I know