Spot light...

The moon is shining
I feel like am on a spot light
with no human to judge me..
All my thoughts are finally
reaching the infinity and beyond..
I am stinking of sweat and
dirt, the ones I enjoy the most,
the ones I am made of...
The wind adds to it a
touch of everything...
The light and dark,
tall and short, all looks the same...
The ground feels real,
grainy with impressions on the foot...
The lost sound reaching my ear...

Grey

It's so grey, Everything I see,
So lifeless.
It's like the entire world
is mute.
The same road everyday, eyes
running towards the next
second.
Maybe the only change it has seen
is this piece of writing.
The grey is deadly,
makes me feel empty
like a broken piggy bank.
It makes me search for
things that lie in my past,
people that I miss.
Above all, in grey,
I miss myself...