Purposeless

This came to mind at night when I was thinking of my dear friend...Life without purpose

Purposeless

Irritation from nothing occurs
No sleep, no thoughts, no message, no work
Hopeless dreams with endless memories
Dying laughter, without regrets.

Like a street sign without a name
Or a compass without a needle
A wind with no force
Am I in life with no direction

Living life
As a digit in this world
Nothing more…
Just that

But then…Hopelessly, I see the light…
I feel again
Laughter begins from my inner stomach
I am alive...

Nothing less
Just more
Of live
         And love…