Fleeing Apart

In the bowl filled with various emotions

he saw different colors and tasted the same feeling

it is all in one place, and nothing comes in order

eating away all the grasp of soulful entity of himself

Hand by hand, tracing each caress in each end to warm

and dried and cold wind passing by the crippled window

hiding himself to the deepest shallowed dreams

reminiscing the old memories of the rain was freeing

The glass of water went freezing as to his freedom too

crumbling and drumbling to unending pursuit of peace

 filling his insanity with the reasoning of tasting bitter gourd

down to the growling lies and half baked truth

Is this how it feels when you feel fleeing apart to nowhere?