Narrow strays of lights enter my room in fractured figures, I wake up realizing the Sun rises up and still hasn’t answer my questions
Is it a rule to be dominated by questioning? Goosebumps invade my inner self, perspective seems too much of a little weakling when it comes to the greater matters inside my head
Can I comply to follow anyone’s sight or is it a constant choice that repels my deepest desires, unattached being from what others will’s oblige
What I am is a stream, a vessel. That inside is, a whole repressed God’s ego that lies constantly, reminding me that there’s no gatekeepers, no Giants Anubis, no sworn heroes guarding the corners of the individual mind
For a fact there’s no window for us to watch the Heart of others, there are only demonstrations. A spectrum that shouldn’t be looked at for clues to what we thought reality was.
There’s no peace in expecting, it’s just another weight to the soul.
Toughen up if is it that you’ve set your mind free. Understand that suffering will not be extent to our Soul, the human have may incept that this is a solemn truth for learning, pain, happiness it all endures as it also flees……