I talked to the wind to carry the rain, and it says no. It's just too salty, the wind says. So, I talked to the thunder to burn the ruins. Again, thunder says no. It's already scorched, thunder says. And feeling so exhausted catching the storm, I come to the nest where I belong to. And so it's there. I faced the mirror hangs in the wall. Strangefully, it took my offer. In that breezing night, the shadow shaked my hand, and now I go to to the pond for counting days. I can see myself walks in the far away. I want to scream, but the voice can't go through that damn high wall.
I can see demons in this outer world, they smile and laugh, but who am I to judge the goodness that flees away. How I now admit that hole that keeps me falling. The place that I can't run away, The chamber of the cursed. Oh, I tried my best, did I? Did I?
For the things I cannot say, I put it in the deep well. For that it can be found by the truly one. It's the last piece that remains clean.
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In the island of Poveglia, I follow the tunnel that connects all the deaths. Here, witches become healer. Sickness is treated with smile, along with scissors and axes. The ghosts whisper, guiding to the deeper dungeon. Ha! I can see not the difference of me and them.
I have lost. Somewhere between the mist and the darkness. My world turns to forever grey..
If the abyss is just too deep, may you forgive me?
when sickness is felt as sick, when tragic is seen as tragedy, when hurt is perceived as desperate, it's likely we throw our feelings into a bottomless hole.
why don't we use "think" instead of "feel", or use both to put ourselves in the proper place?
when sickness is felt as sick, when tragic is seen as tragedy, when hurt is perceived as desperate, it's likely we throw our feelings into a bottomless hole.
why don't we use "think" instead of "feel", or use both to put ourselves in the proper place?
When hurt is perceived as it is, then feel becomes stronger than thought. Man lost and hides in his cave. Struggling to survive.
But time is the cure of all sickness. It'll heal the wounds that impossible to cure. When it's cured, we all realize that hurt is just a piece of scratch.
And life taught us wisdom by experience, even when it's hurt.
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