A Journey Called Life …

It does not matter if tomorrow
arrives anymore.
This purple gray day is
more beautiful than ever.

I admire dusty days and rusty nights,
and the strength of their silence
that does not break to
the sound of smashed dreams,
my fragile glass made dreams.

The moments pass ,though
I wished them to stay.
I count seconds today ,
standing at a quiet corner
of a lost world.