i am learning from the depths of my childhood memories.
listening to the mist as they get suspended in the air.
hearing whispers of my reality, fighting to see the world clearly.
’twas daunting like challenging the fog; so confused.
unable to think clearly, obscurity was screaming out loud.
oblivion was inevitable, sheltered abyss was my comfort zone.
confessions were made in the dark, there was total vagueness.
there was lack of certainty, and my eyes become bleak and blurry.
what am i and who am i are questions commanding my past.
finding the answer is like hunting the sun in the silence of the night.
truth can be elusive.
but when its there laid perfectly in front of you
reality becomes a formidable scenario.
• Shelter In The Abyss
• Commanding My Past
• Listening To The Mist
• Challenging The Fog
• Learning From The Depths
• Hunting The Sun
• Confessions of the Dark