on the edge of the earth where the lonely rock meets the sea, in this maelström that keeps growing harder, my hopes and solicitude collide with melancholia and torment.
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the hourglass
night is brief, time is running out, long is the path to wisdom.
far from here
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
eerie land
strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 