So much darkness in here
the search for the tunnel forever on-going
and it's light, in which I want to disappear
so the ever lasting scars of my fight will no longer be showing
this tunnel convinced me I am a homeless person it gives shelter to
struggling to grasp it's lie, but I should know I am where I belong to
in reality there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there really isn't
since what lights up the tunnel itself is the brightness of your existence
so live, my dear and reach high for each star
you know, it takes strength, vulnerability and a pool of tears to be where you are.
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
