Man has closed himself up..

.....It takes tremendous courage to resist the lure of appearances. The power of being which is manifest in such courage is so great that even the gods tremble in fear of it....

2015 begins here. No resolutions, no desires, no hope and nothing. Detached again. Can't hold the words, can't tell it. Let them weep through my cheeks.  Let them flow out of my mind. I don't want comfort.  I want Sin, I want the courage to be free. 

The marvelous words  left by the men I never knew, but it is older than words. It is beautiful. It is more beautiful than I ever imagined. It is getting dark. It is not the evening. Neither a day, nor the night. It is something else and it is beautifully broken.

I kept the Wrinkles pinked and polished. 

It has the storm, it has the winds, it has the depths and the pearls. It is slipping through the fingers, it is holding up thousand ships.  Different people draw different words from it. After all, there is always something left to love, that's for sure. 

But damn! Every silence has its consequences. I'm afraid. I know someday you will see me as I see myself. The sight of these stars makes me dream of a better tomorrow, and it is supposed to screw me. You know it, do you?

At least I think you did. Dear, the truth that I don't matter to  you really hurts me.   

In this hollow night, I'm muffled by the sorrow. I cry for the being who lives it for me. I cry for that being who do it for me.  

The rest is rust and the fear of the reality that exists. Hopelessly enslaved in this false freedom.  What is unable to say, what is worth knowing? Crack the fragile layer of my solitude, get inside softly. I'm plenty for you. Dear beloved, you don't need to know much to love, as long as you love me deeply.   


Happy New Year