I shuddered, meaninglessly I tried to wonder.
In a gasp I tried to fluster even the most distant ocean while I try to swim in
I feel thirsty for some light.
With all my mind breadth I overseer even the most distant flicker of the world.
The light of which blinds the eyes of my spirit and meanwhile the colors of it create the maddest
I weep, inside of me.
The apathy for the world it oscillates me on the oldest boat of the centuries.
I drape my self, run after an exorcism ritual that I gift to the world.
I wish to be alone.
I try to sneer my own destiny. I am again with my creator, and I feel whole, whole inside the triumph temple
I have achieved to remain alone with my creator .
I am alone, yet more whole then ever.
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