September 28, 2011


I carry wounds that never seem to heal.
I want to escape to a barren landscape,
Of calmness and serenity.
Of lifeless beings,
But lifeful nature indeed.
Where I can scream and shout and bellow,
to the landscape of mountains,
Where no one can hear me.
To let out and release this,
churning stormy ocean in my chest.
I have engulfed myself,
occupied myself,
to hide from the pain.
But it sticks to me better than my shadow itself.
I want to be liberated by the fire of light.
Of a sense, of a state of eternal enlightenment.

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