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.

Numb power

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

Emptiness

Emptiness is full of colorless ideas. There’s no air in emptiness to breathe. Emptiness is cold and heavy, making feelings cease to exist.

Invisible

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.

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