calm in my mind, at last, only for some moments,
admiring the elements raging around me
the rain is heavy, turns the
nocturnal world to hazy dark grey
wind lashes the scenery around my small
protective shell
the storm makes driving a
flight
contentment comes as death seems present in wrathful nature
stormy days, huge projection of the turmoil inside my
head
clean the earth of the violating order
and ease my soul
travelling home through purified air,
street signs shining
plainly
like these thoughts arising in isolation.
parts of circle
exploding in life i was
when trying to rebuild the
ruins.
inundated they would be, first panical hyperactivity now gone
life has been drawn out and replaced connections fade as hope
does
leaving me exposed
no air to call for help left
proceed in functions
past is stronger than before
emptiness and
pain
distorted scenes, pictures from the past
flashing in a new surge of the storm.
rage arises, the calm is
gone
stormy days, huge projection of the turmoil inside my head
clean the earth of the violating order
and ease my
soul
crawling towards a light that may crumble every second
the circle closes again thinner than any time before
cognition
grown to a higher level of understanding a small part
one more circle to show
futility
time has grown old, sinister dreadful
thoughts,
awful conflict between loathing and compassion.
ready for seclusion, the highway sounds distantly through frozen
air.
they all pass, i have to stay. the journey's end should not have come