candleburn

Photo by  Samuel Zeller  on  Unsplash It was easy for you to say Yet, you kept showing me that there were myriad possibilities only if I were brave enough to seize you said that I should just do it there was no need to contemplate, if you believed it and really meant it you would actually make it real but I had never believed you I could have never trusted your advice it was an idea my mind would not be able to process Could I really achieve it? Would I be able to ever trust your words? I wished to make it real

Hush my demons please let me breathe, Hush my demons, I wish for an instant relief I try to propel myself but no air is coming in I try to shift forward but I migrate backward Please don’t be taken aback, There is no emotion akin to moving onward without breathing in Hush my demons, please make it stop Let me leave, I can cope Hush my demons, I want to start from scratch with no single patch

Yellow flowers had comforted my soul, Overflowed my mind with images Yellow flowers, A splatter of color amidst all the greenery, Ahead, in front of my balcony Oh, memories Bring so much comfort and distress Embraced by such fervor My mind plunged deep into a pool full of images My mind moved swiftly recollecting images that once composed my life Oh, memories, I find myself amidst the yellow splatters that belonged to a place I once called home.

nascent turbulence veiled twinge forthwith, it will commence prevailing over your yearning the pain stings and makes you numb adhering to the truth that with the budding hopes there are burgeoning woes adhering to the truth that with time nothing really changes your soul silently aiming at a distant point that you still are afraid to conquer forthwith, it will commence the inner battle inanity against vanity vanity as the initializer for imbalance versus inanity as a purer glance an insight of the inner hurdle © Vera Tatrov || Place: South Korea