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You once said that we are entangled to death since the moment we are born, that we are chained to this earthly prison and that there is nothing we can possibly do about it, that all joy sinks countless times and that lovers will always mourn their dead love swallowed by neverending grief. It seems somehow that sadness in all its complexity lingers within, it extends it branches all over without distinction, with no regrets for who the victim is. Some branches seem to be so rooted that it makes the heart break, it makes it bleed tears to the point that you can barely function. Yes, I do still remember that evening when you said that and I noticed your face sinking, your spirit broken. However, you wouldn't divulge the reason of your torment. Your beautiful darkened eyes were bloodshot and you observed me, intently, your eyebrows would frown at times and your stare would grow deeper as if trying to snatch my soul. You stood close to me, I could feel your cold breath, I could feel you

When is "enough" enough? Where do you draw the line, set a limit, or establish a boundary to restrain the chaos of emotions and the mundanity of daily life? One day you wake up, and everything around you feels unfamiliar, as if you don't belong there. You know you're lying in a bed, in a room, yet something deep within you senses that this place, this moment, doesn't belong to you. You start wondering why, but the answers elude you. Frustration kicks in, gnawing at you like a rabid dog, making you question everything, especially yourself. Are you to blame for letting your emotions infiltrate every corner of your heart and mind? When your feelings and passions run wild like horses, how do you rein them in and bring them under control? Does anyone know how to do that effectively? Certainly, there are situations where such an endeavor is possible, but what about the others? Those where passions turn into a tornado, making reality a horrible battle field and pushing y

Should I go back to that embrace and coldness that once pervaded me, engulfing the corners of my mind and of my broken heart?  I miss that imprisoning embrace of yours, though I dread your encounter  for I might fall in love with you again.  Yes, I might fall in love with our tears which flowed in torrents leaving me drained with bits of my heart burnt, broken and scattered as I lied in the bed of your torment. I left you despite your sadness, despite your loyalty of standing next to me in my darkest hours, despite of everything, for your thorns cut me so deep I could barely breathe, yet still I loved you, I still longed for you, to be with me, both of us, surrounded in our own darkness.  My moon wails, scattering the rain on me as I whisper your name... and you came, you kissed my tears and squeezed my heart as you sang your melancholy on me making reality and pain real for the suffering of the heart is more permanent and always present.  I miss you, I miss your darkness, I miss our m

What am I to you but a simple whisper that gets carried away by the breeze? Oh how I wish I was more than a clump of sand and bones, that drain through your fingers like water, but, could I just be more than existence? Tell me dear, for I long to be, for I long more than mere existence! In my dreams of dreams you kiss me,  in my dreams of dreams you exercise your power over me, and I just succumb to the temptation of your temple, I just surrender my flesh to your overpowering caprice of molding me like clay, but tell me dear, is it gratifying being the victim of such relentless temptation? What am I to you? What do you seek from me? You kiss me with your embrace, and I tremble, and I sing to escape you, and yet still you kiss my tears, so tell me my beloved,  are you here to let me go yonder where the shadows don't dare to envelop their surroundings? tell me I beg of you, for existence is vague when there is no purpose, and I long for not only the love of yours, that flesh of yours

I don't want to follow your path, for I already have mine,  defectuous, windy, with twists and turns here and there, yet exciting in their own rightful way, there is so much to say, there is no place for what is vain, just my wings, just my colors and my music, oh, that music that makes me soar up high, so I can reach the sun, so high in the sky. I am free in my way, I am wine, flesh and blood, part of what is above, part of what is yonder and high, and I sense it within, I sense it in my limbs. I don't want to follow your ways, for they are yours, and I am my own castle,  strong, cold and warm, I am a part of everything and nothing, I am here and I will be yonder, for what is this world, if nothing but a brief step in the mortality of our lives, in the immensity of what we are inside? Don't dwell in what is seen, but within.

"...countless times you mentioned your disbelief of achieving anything, yet here you are, immersed in colors with your wings spread wide!- oh, how relieved I am, for this merciless world of ours can make ashes those who dream of a better self..." "It has indeed been a challenging journey, I must confess, but one that was worthwhile. If I hadn't learned how to navigate and overcome the obstacles I encountered, the outcome would have been significantly different. Certainly there were moments when I sank in sorrow and my strength deserted both my heart and limbs, and it was during those times that I found the knowledge and the courage to persevere because of HIM., We are not granted any knowledge at the moment of our birth, for I believe we learn more both through His gracious mercy and our own mundane ways.." "I assume it wasn't an easy task to perform. Standing tall often requires facing defeat and acquiring humility. Qualities which are certainly hard t