The journey back home!

People, just people; everywhere. Am i just a face in the crowd?. i asked myself. On a cold winter morning, all i heard was the voice within. A voice; no, voices! A desperate cry for help; the need for salvation. Isn't it  too easy and simple? How can one just forgive and forget?. Matters of the heart, not  a thing of simplicity. A flight, a plane. Is one descending or ascending? How does one really know?...Do we really understand?... How does one forgive? how does one forget?.. where should one draw the line? Questions! Questions! Questions!  Who must win and what exactly is winning? Hate!..what is hate? Why must one hate? A handsome face, no faces; handsome faces...they looked a bit too young to understand the forces, the collisions, the boom. They shall not remain ignorant. Time will teach them. A preparation that will never suffice; with struggles never ending. Then i shall say to them "welcome" . The men, yes , the men on the stage. A pair of eyes and a little much more, headlights i supposed. I hope its enough. But no, it will never be enough. And the women, the women behind the curtains. Why must you hide?. Were you never told of the limitations of a set of headlights?.. The shell must be broken. There is not much time.
      I saw them sad. I felt them weak. I heard their whispers. I listened to their laughter. I mocked their tears. I painted them grey. They walked past me, i did not care.  I looked at myself. I saw a person bleeding.  A person that bleeds every now and then. The irony. A Sad Sad life. Perhaps we bleed much more than we should. Perhaps i do. Perhaps its true...i am my own worst enemy. Perhaps its true, You are my worst enemy!