Surrounding Solitude

There are days when solitude surrounds,

These are the times you feel you exist.

You touch your skin, hair and eyes

Then, realize how blatantly you forgot

to take care of you.

You that is beyond your face,

your shoes, hair or nails

As they got all the attention you had,

while the bustling blood keeps swirling

through your body, mass and veins,

remain unremembered.

Have you ever cared for the colour of your blood?

Crimson Red, running underneath, terribly beautiful!

Then you would know life is one unique thread

Tied with others in unbreakable faith.

But I am afraid,

The mirror finds you happier than yourself

As it makes you different so easily,

and let you be like no one else.

M o u m i t a