Life road distance

A strange way
A new life every day
 or keeping an isolation or separation from the world...

Passing every other night on unknown roads...
needlessly, without a sweat of fear…
 it was the need of life or it became my life?
I don’t know….
starring at the table for hours like it had diamonds attached on it or it’s the science project of my college. Even at a random question by a stranger or a known person, a confused face was the best expression I could gave at that moment...
the only thing that could have bound me to a place was trust,
the only thing that I admired so long,
Or just because I don't see it in anyone at this moment...
except for my own blood.

The only time I encounter a pile of people’s was at college. I don’t know how I am at studies. The only time I can conclude my level of knowledge was at the result day, or the time when I see other scoring far better than me…

Travelling here and there is the best option to pass the hours. It just depends on the road you choose to travel.

And which way leads to what destination?

We can only conclude after going on that way...

I went here and there,
somewhere,
everywhere, nowhere

What I found was only ashes, of past, of present, of the gloomy cloud on my head.

Separation from the world was a good way to ignore it.
I was good at it...
But soon I realized that I am ignoring world,
the world started ignoring me...

Even a dead man has his grave...
 people think of him at special occasions...

“Good guy great guy worst guy I ever saw in my life”

But I am unfortunate in that case because I don’t have a grave right now...

Even if I had one...
 Still
this dead body will remain as nobody...