Dear mind,
We never put ourselves to question. We are young. Nothing can happen, nothing can go wrong. We get drunk of life. Feelings fly within our veins as the pain splashes thorough our deepest thoughts of not being anymore. We are craving the melliflous and search for the ineffable in our journey of rotten dreams. The hiraeth lies within our bodies and mind, killing us slowly, in our search for a place for our own soul to rest. The serendipity is our goal as our fragility thinks it can go for it. But when you are by yourself, what ethereal thoughts are flowing in your mind? “Wait for you epiphany”-you whisper yourself, “solitude is not a choice, nor is losing your phosphenes”. Oblivion then comes, attacks your mind ephemerally. One second and everything changes. The sonder is not longer relevant to you, and then you lose it all.
As opposite to fire, I choose water. Water is life, but water can kill you,
Yours sincerely,
Effervescence
