How many times did you conquer the same enemy? Did you trash the same thought?
Did you open the same wound? How many times did you prevail against the enemy within?
How many times did you conquer the same enemy? Did you trash the same thought?
Did you open the same wound? How many times did you prevail against the enemy within?
He looks around and the whole process of living goes as planned.
Over agitated heads with to-do lists, goals and deadlines, drinking from a flattened three dimensional bottle of life.
Today something feels off, his inner voice is less talkative; it hardly says a word. Now it stopped.
The emptiness leaves him breathless, somehow suspended in uncertainty.
An abandoned imagination fades away in a field in which the good lifts the weight of the bad and the ugly melts in beautiful. A functional body looks in the mirror and discovers a face.
The revelation occupies his life. But for how long?