Coated in darkness, the kind that you can’t see, the kind that fills you with emptiness. But who am I to judge its purpose. The substance that lies beneath a whirlwind of complex structures that simplify over time (collective super strings of energy follow into that harmony). My purpose to suffer and finally grow up – stripping away the many layers.
Coating of wax darkness, the kind that you can see through slightly, the kind that keeps you slightly warm during the freeze. Dare I leave this shell? But who am I to judge its purpose. To remove those childhood habits of laying low, it’s time for me to shine.
I lay here looking upwards and beyond the scattered stars and the music splits me into two.
One, unhappy but understands the meaning of life.
One, topped up tank full of fire and apprehends the course of fate.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
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