Sometimes We Need Poetry To Endure Our Most Painful Moments For It Makes Everything Beautiful

Sometimes we need poetry to endure our most painful moments for it makes everything beautiful

How ironic it is to have eyes with dead soul, when you can see the beauty around you but can't feel it, which tortures the envious soul until it vanishes

The sinister and creative way of how hollowness and emptiness feeds on our souls leaves nothing but a work of it's gruesome creativity

We're slaves of our nature, how could we think or behave otherwise?

I've seen thousands of faces in a single person and ended up finding the most dangerous one hiding under them

There are times when I let go of grass from my feet, wind escorts me and I dance with sky endlessly