A Mystical Journey

A journey i stumbled upon,fate that is so uncertain,never knowing what lies in front,the clouds that shadow the cobblestones,it seems rather impossible, im afraid. Hoping to reach the destination,while having pictures clogging my brain of failed attempts and a dead end,hoping not to be a blind crusade,hoping not to be lost.

The vague signs that leave me questioning the circumstances.i dare not to give up,i dare not to turn back. The whispers in my ears,the debating of thoughts in my mind halts my motion to budge forward.

I was told to never stop half way of what i am doing.i was told to act responsibly,sometimes id see a silver lining hidden in the clouds but disappears in a blink of an eye. it is frightening that you can't predict what might have been in front.

Though it might be pointless,i'll try to clear the eerie clouds in front of me,i'll never stop to finish my journey,the outcome would be both ways but i'd walk, i'd never turn back and not knowing what lies in front of me.

The Magician

I am a magician,i do magic but i don't do miracles.i can make a coin vanish but i can't make these thorns in my flesh disappear.i can levitate but i can't fly.i can form words using ashes on my hand but i can crack open that intricate mind of those.i can pluck flowers from the thin air but i can't find a reason for myself.i can find the card that you chose but i can't find the things you want me to say.i make mistakes but who am i?im just a human,nothing more nothing less.

Time and Time Again.

For Blue Skies starting to chase the sun away,the weakened knees felt heavier than ever.Time Vindicated his foolish actions,his hiatus to return to where he felt safe,but now he's sorry.Now we washed away the Diamond that he had posessed.He wished for once an angel would return him his belonging but seemed to be falling to deaf ears.The sun never again shone upon him.

Imperfect Perfection

So hard we try to keep the Pandora's box,for years or even centuries we were told to keep the box unopened,temptation kicks in,the curiosity-the blind curiousity that lies within our hollow brains,always brings to no avail.

We try to be the best of ourselves to the many many eyes around us,but theres always a hint of blackness,a hint of darkness that drives people see within,we try to conceal,even with the halo that we place on ourselves,but in the end it turns black.