“Who are you then?” “I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.” -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Within a dream of dreams, in the most memorable room, we talked how equal are two extremes like Rise and Fall in the Existence’s flume. Then you asked me: “What is Evil?“ And before the memory
While I was drowning in tears, pinned to the bed, a very loud voice said in my head: “Being born is the worst thing that could happen and it already happened to me!” You don’t like it but it’s quite positive, you see: The worst is done, you can’t do worse than that. No wrong turns – no matter
No sleep in countless days awareness addles the forlorn mind repeating horrific moments and I pray to the point I don’t believe they’re mine. To be at peace with a memory so bright, I must become a lurid monster.. I shall never ever see a light only shadows in the dark that maunder. My Insanity! My Soul! My Master!
My flesh is made of matter: a house of cards that shatters when the uncontrollable vibrations swirl the self in drastic situations, impossible for particles to reach, where souls can learn to teach. If only Life can make us scholars… Do we experiment as body owners? The phantasms in my dreams make nothing what it seems… And I’m just
The Voice of the Bench Does pain turn to fuel? Is it the source of power? We run away from pain and misery and aim for comfort, pleasure, and happiness, but isn’t pain actually one of the masters of refinement and empowerment? That deep, emotional and groundbreaking pain that shakes you to the core and spins you uncontrollably… Last