It’s raining outside....I hear the wind whispering against my window… It’s been ages and still, seems like yesterday. I endured all inside, the pain, the sorrows, the rage, the dreams. The clouds started to unite, the sky bared the grey shade of all my thoughts as my soul’s burst started to gather. The torture to write or not, where was inspiration, where is passion in life? Where are the glimpses picking in every corner of my numb strolls, closed in the disturbing thoughts of society and its glory?!
In this chosen never ending path… I fly, fly away and yet caught in this beloved golden cage you’ve belt with beat and strikes of love. And there am I, the ancient book of knowledge, the three deities whirling as one and then that voice joins them in a theatrical play of murmurs: Why? Why? Why? – Once more, trapped!
The spell is unleashed once more. What could I expect? Blindness is the most peculiar form of it all. Why should it be different? Why should I still dream? Why I believe in the vision? Just to disturb my mind! To wrap in some wonderland fairytale, when all I’ve knowned is the stabs of reality. Still, as I keep my little flame burning, its light fades day by day, a price too high to pay.