I am watching flock of birds flying, gradually start disappearing. It makes me feel small and incapable. It’s not about the flying ability, it’s about the freedom. I tied with bondings, which makes me vulnerable.
If change is the way to freedom. Why to change, if I am the change. Thoughts in my mind are like young horses. They are too running fast with out any direction.
I don’t have answers for all questions. I am in a void with absolute silence . Now I can hear the voice of mine. Do what you like, help yourself.
Sometimes late at night simply i can’t sleep Thinking about my innocence is no longer to mine to keep Somwhat like the worst nightmare one can’t imagine Dreary days are steadily approaching, bad memories trailing behind Its not only me,
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
Melancholic – she be described He says, turn the curve my child Dances she, feet on thorn Refashion thy scorn Darkness, she, into the wild Beloved, behold – nature beguiled Cries she – eyes dry Withhold, let me sigh Not