ravages of time

feeling like an old person in his final, dealing with dull memories of my life, to dust i shall return.

thin shell

feeling so small in this world so big, i’m facing the silver deep rising all around me, will it consume me or carry me on ?

floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.

standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.

strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.

disasters that we’ve triggered, thrown all of us into obscurity, we are idols with feet of clay.