Tiny Glimpses

In this whole wide darkness
I’m shedding tears with little progress
I bleed with huge burdens
My mind with uncertainty stirred in

In this whole wide darkness
I’m craving for the total catharsis
I desire to let go
all gods are watching and in the know

In this whole wide darkness
Untether from the pain regardless
Eyes closed, one heavy breath
The self about to court with Lady Death

In this whole wide darkness
oh, the edge of eternal stillness
then there’s a distraction
or rather a vibrant attraction

In this whole wide darkness
My eyesight is in total sharpness
All the stars, all light up
There they are, my beloved backup

In this whole wide darkness
A friend’s quote serve as my harness
“In this whole wide darkness,
focus on the tiniest glimpses.”

In this whole wide darkness
People, passions lead to happiness
Feed me your energy
so I can constraint this misery

In this whole wide darkness
Monsters who make me so breathless
All light and power aligned
Restraining orders I have signed

In this whole wide darkness
there is no more feeling hopeless
maybe temporary
but the next time I am ready

In this whole wide darkness
the world in its purest harshness
but the stars up my head
the blackest night I must not dread  Ω

Notes to Self II

“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.”

— Michael Caine

In the “Notes to Self” series, I write down words my mind and heart should fully remember.

If you have been following The Dispatch for quite a while, you may have noticed that I cheated a bit on make a chronological Notes to Self. But that’s OK. This is my blog anyway.