floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.
Étiquette : street
weeping words
standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.
age of enlightenment
living my life in a slow motion, among million heartbeats & falling stars, which brighten the path beneath my feet.
looming prophecy
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
