The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.
He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.
I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.
Escape from the known to get to know yourself, converse with strangers to understand yourself, travel far from noise to find yourself, and listen to your silence to feel yourself. Because being away from everything pushes you to look inside, find your peace and live awake.
I try so hard to cloak my impurity so that I can hide my shadows from everyone around me. I’ll summon this will, and instead, command it to keep myself alive.
