The visits of Nostalgia are sweet and sour. You cannot let her linger very long. Yet, you embrace her when her music plays along.
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.
Emptiness is full of colorless ideas. There’s no air in emptiness to breathe. Emptiness is cold and heavy, making feelings cease to exist.
Be gentle. Be gentle with a human soul. It’s safe when hidden but is most beautiful exposed.
Locked in a concrete prison,
lost and not found,
the soul is looking for a reason.
The master of apathy –
makes me sleepy
but he never goes to sleep.
Desperation in a blast. Punishment’s attack – when it comes, it lasts.
While for its reflection it’s searching,
for a simple answer it remains blind.
The image of the self is to be created
not somewhere outside found.
The moments of the deepest pain,
are the ones of the greatest liberation.