stopped my idleness, starts
in doubting the self and wishing.
Everything was illuminated.
Steer with life
in the side of knowing
Leave it open and free
I will gain experience
I will gain history
Tearing hope
The faith, weakened
by a doubtful motion
in thought.
Set into one sky
in the side of unknowing
Tour to the heart and soul
Claim the first notion
I want to begin
I want to dream
Dying bliss
The vivid, prevented
by a promising dread
in fantasy.
Start imortally
within the side of being
Guide the breathe to the end
I will learn eternity
I will learn to fly
Hold the soft
solidified opaque
in subservience.
Do not cut the shy
Spineless healing, created
the wanted peace
in an insightful creep.
I want to feel
mystery as home.
The I admits the allegation.
This is a bizarre feeling of something like I'm being saved from the idleness the roaming projects, yet I'm aware it is taking me away from my normal and formal perspective. It is blinding me and creates brightness. I swore I told myself before that I do not need the light walking through the dreadful tunnel; that light would only make me close my eyes and would trigger me to falling and that the darkness creates its own light, better than the given lamp. Hitherto, I do not want it to leave. I want to think this is the miraculous creation of light of the darkness itself. How could it stop me from checking? It is very abstract. It is something that I don't know how to define either.
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