HEARTSTRINGS

That same tingy feeling,
The feeling that everything is right, 
But is everything right for me? 

The same old lanes, 
The same old crowd.
How I was pulled into the shadow of the high peak.
Amidst the mystical mountain idyll,
Back to the same old home of mine,
But, do I have the same old shine?

Until one night the phone beeped, 
And the rolling ball of hurt hit.
My frail mind, my soul, my heart,
Lost its way in the dark.
Fell asleep with my heart at the foot of my bed,
And then the tears shed.

My ribcage doubled its weight,

Its getting heavier.

A paranoic feeling has struck me,

For how sad could it even be?

My heart is pumping.

I am sophisticatedly alive.

Was it sadness?

I am not sad.

I said this over and over again,

Just lost my way in the same old lane. 

Was that only a little tingy feeling?

Or just an empty white room with a ceiling?