Mardi, 29 janvier 2008

The epitome of my numbness is my hurt, my flow of beat has ceased while the garden of my serenity fades away and drifts in the distance out of my revelation. The instances of yellowish calming hue that danced before my eyes are flailing and blindness overcomes me. I want to take a voyage into my silence and rejoin my solitude. My solitude has resigned, leaving me quenching for a few drops of sanity. The people in their meaningless quests have absorbed me into their meaninglessness. Find me an opening to lash out and run. I want out. I want out. I want me. Truth in its essence used to be my comfort, now it’s the complexity of truth that my conscience questions. In a life of no purposes, I found a minute purpose in a deep hole I dug. While digging, convinced of its purpose, too deep a depth did I attain, plainly making my going back hardened. Its continuation would remorse my deepened scar further. Where’s the hand I never asked for? In your beautiful white robe, you stood by me, never adamant on my will to free. Take hold of my hand. Extend it for me and grab it. I am in helplessness asking for assistance. In silence, I sought for an unblemished purity to decimate the petty nothingness of being in a herd of lost cattle in pursuit of the universal path and the illusions of its accompaniments. Hand me the courage to go back as being the sole conception artist of my course, for my smile and my potency, along with your guidance, will lead me to my own – to complete the voyage I set forth when I chose to tread the ways of this humanoid earth. In my understanding, will I, in my ultimate, find my serenity, harmony, bliss and silence. No question, but a humble request for your help.