A way to deal with pain, a way to deal with sorrow. He sits from the inside looking out, pondering.. Wondering.
Searching for a way out of this overshadowing silhouette that feeds off broken dreams. This place is a haven for discontent.
Where a lack of warmth nurtures his soul. Where the aroma of death caresses his love for freedom. A window of hope welcomes the absence of darkness.
His mind travels through time, to a place on the outside looking in. Where melodies surround and elevate his deepest desires to fixation. Eloquently destructive and yet painfully soothing to embrace.
A time of recessed change, just like the fire that hides beneath the sea, only to repeat and rise from the east. He counts the days and every breath to make sure when there’s only a moment left. His passion fades as time resets, until he awakes back to his darkest days.
Writer Nova 