Detached from consciousness

A child immersed in the depths, detached from consciousness as a innocent infant.

The sun is beating its rays above him, pounding the water surface as if wailing to return its call.

The cry is vague in the deep water, unable to penetrate the deafening peace surrounding the boy.

He will not return to float on the water; not for the bursting ray of light, not for anyone.  

Taken root

My shadow has been exposed one time too many, fetching my long disappeared vicious anger as a boy who finally found his way out from the entangled woods, heading his way home, hungry and desperate.

Brick walls are no longer surrounding my castle; the thundering shield that spared the poor remains as an abandoned memory for the mob.

My flooded moat is all that has been left behind and it has taken root.

Remainings of the end

Against your profound observation, I stand naked; rigid and pure as intended to be from the beginning of time.

I am aware the moon has always been following my footsteps, as escorting his only precious; embraced by the loneliest, I feel no need to repay any kindness. I was the one who carried its surrounded stars in my bleeding hand.

The spring has gone now, the spring has moved on to another place, and I am staying foot, remaining unmoved by the wind; not ready to leave.

I am the only thing which is genuine and I need you to define me.

Always been waiting for me

A man realizes he had done wrong when he comprehends he is a part of a generation, when he sees the obstacles others are going through. When the rain will not stop pouring down whilst the sun stands still on his rear view. 

Integrity has never been clearer than its reflection on a night's street lamp, which stands outside of one's childhood home, as always.
And the view never changes, only its perspective.

Climbing a mountain begins in dreaming, in doubtless hallucinating. One must see his dreams as a mothers' embrace, to feel its endless warmth and completeness; integral protected, she is not asking for anything in return.
Such as the feeling sneaking up my shaking fingers whilst writing these actual lines, all in order to announce serenity. Within me, rays of light are being generated and emerge outwards. 

And yes, I am aware of the complexity, I am aware of the dark alleys and the upcoming rough resistance awaiting along the roadside. I understand now; they set as a guideline, they are just fulfilling their role.

It is all right now. I am not asking for anything in return.

In reach

Away from me; what holds me within is nothing more than the slightest notice, the slightest feeling observed, by whom.

By the only one who will be able to change me, the only one who will make me suffer.

The only thing that is true and genuine.

I am what I am being told.

Meaningless faces

Times sure has changed since the last time I've played the guitar. The meaningless faces keep on appearing in the dark yet their sad little voices are fading away. I'm closer now, closer than I ever will be.

I seem to be sacrificing above and beyond just in order to keep on licking my wounds, although I know it keeps me as the insubordinate child that I am, it carries me; dragging me feebly down a gravel road. I believe it allows me to see tomorrow.

Today I heard a girl singing with a beautiful voice, she was a singer and she was born and raised by deaf-mute parents. One might see it as ironic, I see it as god's cynical use of people.

I shall leave you now my dear; I don't want to impose myself upon you.

I shall leave you now my dear; bringing to your knowledge your ability to break my heart will make me mute, and I don't want to be used by god.