Journal 01

Struggle to the world of imagination;

thinking if this is the true reality.

Walking, making ripples in water, waiting for miracles just to paint a smile on this bloodied face.

I want to see flower blooms even in the dark it lingers,

that these tears in my eyes flows, on my knees I plead.

Dancing in a place where no one knows,

screaming to be free;

holding me in my sleep.

Never will I again wake up

and soon everything will fade.

Embracing the pain, making my heart sing its last beat.

Nothing will be left.

No one will see.

No one will even come.

Everything will die.

I Look beyond the horizon that reflects my sadness;

stars began to fall one by one; it fades beyond my sight.

Fire burns my heart.

Shadows slither around my lonely soul.

I am chained in sorrow

asking, "When will I taste freedom?"