water and oil stuck in one bowl and cant never dissolve into each other
and there forever.
That is how i am feeling
It s like it was yesterday, caught up in the swirl. False beat pulsating with no core. Recognition put the end of it. Should not stay in comfort for long, i need to take the leap back in the swirl. That s where i pick up the broken pieces and learn soothing the wounds, and write.
“it s the journey, so be patient and pay attention”, i keep telling my self that, everytime i feel like loosing direction. I seem to have this clarity inside my mind of where i m going and what i want to achieve. Of course it s an abstract place, if it s even a place. All i can see it s just there, at the furthest point of my inner universe. But i can see its reflection on the sun, the moon, the horizon beyond the sea, the stars, beyond everyone’s silent lonely souls. It s there! The morning sun just convinced me that.
i stare at the mirror, deep and far, no reflection of the flame i can find
i drown my lung with air, and drain it out dry, no beat was heard
blood still running, but i can not feel a thing
i seek for kisses to call out the devil, but my cry died in the blank space