The desire to live is still there though i gave up a moment ago , i always give up too easily but maybe i never found wat i was looking for, so i search till etrnity in the forests of solitude.
I havent given up on anything. Ripped apart by desire by want , by faith by god , held by nothing but rubberband ready to snap anytime, given away to the pleasures of the body and the mind. Wat about the soul.
Crazy spaces , insane places , gaps left in the fabric of my soul , holes left behind, moth eatend gaping painfull wounds, I live with it all, every day every night , enduring pain and finding joy in the spaces places left empty now.
They were filled once , briming with hope, i wonder where they have gone, but i live on to fill them one day with sunshine , sea, mountain, forests , with the everything and all .
The hopes still there and so is the awareness , of every breath and its pureness. i fill my lungs with smoke to remember those days of past, every thing a memory im scared of loosing it all. Memories fade and so will these would u really live on, or will i be lost in the mist , insipid , lukewarm existence.
Electrifying lady i need a conversation, thats all that i want , desire fire everything burning , hurting , crying Laughing. All pretence everyting fake i cant differentiate right now wat is real and wat are the illusions
ill rise one day like the phoenix to conquor what is mine , that day would be the day when i settle my score withGod/Lucifer
Read no more for i pour once again in riddles , i hope one day someone understands what all this stands for , till then i wait with crazy holes in the fabric of my soul.
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