Defined as…
In my eyes, the soul and the living existence:
Bare matter of choices I have made
Rights, wrongs and the wishful
There never seems to be the time to rewind
To look, to play, the depths seems unreal
Feelings, connections, emotions, so easily reputed
Pungent, toxic and unrealistic everything becomes in time
Trust, care and belonging has no meaning.. it’s totally an excreta of one’s self harmonious presence
Goodbyes are easier, hellos most welcoming and in-between all else nothing one needs to ever know
From one most colorful life to grey and black …it was all one trip down the memory lane
Lost, broken, irreparable .. conjurs this moment
In the end – not for all, no-one, this world.. Time shapes what I gave up in essence of what was my Solace, drawn to myself, to be blind with open eyes, world screws, red cards, green cards, meditations, endless fake inspirations, nothing is more deep but losing your inner solace -it just never will return, like a perfect tide, never the same as one before but always seemingly returning to be lost forever once the depths are gone. Truism is how other want it to imagine but you know in depths, you know this Solace
Sometimes (say most of the times), we are our best friend and the worst enemies. – M.B. [Life:1619]
FreeBirD 