sine loco, sine nomine, terra incognita.
wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
in this place, sometimes i can feel on my own, the wind which carrying your soul.
feeling the spirit, enlightening when breathing deep, infinite blessing.
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.
we might explain the world of how, but the world of why may remain for contemplation, we are dwelling in a world of utopia.
all around the storm & all beyond the grey, forlorn in my cell, dark winds chill me.
suspended there reflecting deep, where time is frozen mesmerize in sleep, i’m taking place among forever.