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Velohian
Romania, Bacau At the moment I am at a strange place, startwd writting again and for the first time also decided to share what I put down on paper with the reat of the world. / Criticism is always welcomed cause without any failure there aint any way to evolve.
The Hanged Man Too much noise, too much noise around me, Too many contradictions that creates confusion inside me. As the noose slips around the branch of this secular oak and rests upon my shoulders. I wonder how many lovers laid their passions at the roots of this lonly observer of unrelinquished desires. In a way he is my only companion in my pursuit of inner peace that no longer makes me a hermit of my own desires. For I fear that I shall be no more than a spec of dust in the light of the ever changing fate. For that I alone am responsible of this apocalypse of regrets. For I know that my noose will forever stay as a collar of remembrance. This will be the only step that I will never regret for not taking it. The shadows will have to wait for me, before I will embrace their calling.
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
A series of Encounters