It Seems Like Life Is All About Living

It seems like life is all about living,
everything seems like a stranger to me,
none is owned and owned is not one's,
i spent hours and hours standing on a land with water,
the wind was strong and cool but how threaten i felt when it swayed by me,
there was no rythme,
no feeling of a heartbeat,
as if i was dead,
this lifetime is so complicated u know nothing but loss and if u want to win there is so much of pressure that u become weak but out legends gave us the knowledge that its all about strenght and hope and moving forward without a sigh and neither a comment of compliment,
its history that inspires and its history that destroys,
i stand by the tree looking up and breathing fast trying to get some shelter but i realise for how long will it protect me?
i am independent and not dependent,
how can i hide my feeling which are written on my face,
i always dreamed of decorating my world with happiness and love but fistly i have to decide how to i save it?
laughter changes the movement of the eyes,
the laughing one,how can u see the tears?
they are hidden right behind in the frame with the silence,
there is so much obvious that i cant hide and each time i look wide i see a zoom out feature,
there must be someone who will see me with my view but how can i make a drop look like a sea?
neither is there any happiness and nor sadness,
neither burden nor suffocation,
there is only one thing the colours of the world,
its not the colour we wish to like and put it on our skin,
its the colour we would want to let go of,