Nostalgia

The visits of Nostalgia are sweet and sour. You cannot let her linger very long. Yet, you embrace her when her music plays along.

Guilt

And she could not see the only liberation from the cocoon of guilt, her only salvation, was self-forgiveness and love.

The battle is never-ending and rough, with an invisible but present enemy. I crave to defeat it, but it belongs deep within me.

The disconnected soul stays in a cage with an open door.

The mind entangled in a cloud hears no reason – only thunders, scary and loud.

Of ruins the anger is a fine crafter, turning beauty to wreckage, where there is no life after.