peace
Hills stretch into mountains
A squall is on the horizon
the chasm becomes the jaws of a beast
like rocky cliffs manifesting out of fog
Solitude — Silence
Solitude can be good.
Isolation for a long time creates loneliness.
Loneliness for even a short period can cause harm
Solitude is the state of being alone.
My inner love speaks. I stand still. I listen.
I take in the birds, the ants, the people, the air.
Everything connected to me by the Divine.
Is it illogical I would exist entirely orphaned.
I dream about love, peace and happiness in the same sequence as the devil capturing me, taking my soul before turning 19 years old.
Each morning I awake feeling uncomfortable, my heart being cold.
Dreams are contaminated thoughts, empirical surreal nightmares that your mind bought.
I dream about the power of real love, the kind you will never lose or give up.
Let the desolation and frustration fill up my lungs
Like tears fill up your eyes, and also mine;
Like river waters, which turned into oceans, fill up the clouds;
Let them all fill up with content,
Until they satisfy the need in our hearts