Where do I belong?

Not amidst crowd, nor in abandoned silence,

I belong nowhere

There’s cynical parrot, lives inside my chest

Encrypted tortures

Buried shout outs

She lurks most often just to see me enchanted

With a sheer despair, she hibernates

What’s a belongingness without safely?

I need to talk to myself one-to-one

To dig deeper into my darkest chamber of consciousness

I only sip into ocean blue colored whiskey

I only step into big mistakes, I only embrace sweet sins and I only dive into guilty pleasure.

For that way he showered himself with rose aroma

He smelled like Paris

I looked into his eyes and I lost into myself.

Am I entitled to honesty?

Who set this mathematical musings into our visible universe?

Where do I belong?

Pardon me, I have ask my lover.