an idealist speaking her mind

everything is tasteless , nothing drives you , all pictures are the same colour , all songs say the same words , you feel empty , you don't know who you are anymore , you wish you can go back in time to meet the old version of you and ask it what happened ? what could have possibly happened to make you no longer able to recognize your own reflection in the mirror ?
 Was life that cruel ? is reality that hard to handle? are you sad because you changed ? do you hate your life for changing you or do you hate people who compelled you to become a different person just to be able to live among them ? since when you know hatred ? you never hated anything before .
you wish you can get back o the old you , you wish and I wish too .

Enchanted

Rubies in my viens , diamond is my heart
brown brows crowning my hazel eyes
daisies in my hair , sand in my fist
sliping out of the hand that is mist
I sip more wine by those warm lips
I touch my hand again to see if it exists
I'm fading away slowly, I retreat to a secret place
hiding from reality to sleep in my cave
I close my eyes , I see a twilight
erasing all the darkness from my outside
wine is gone , I took the last sip
it's already dusk now , no more enchanted trips