...if it ever comes,
then breaks upon its 'own' release!
Pain and bliss are cookies I can taste,
ah, Peace,
the way 'they' crumble...
in the barrel of beliefs,
is the most convincing puddle of conventions,
yet I never find 'my' self to Be.
~

Healing. A myth. The most generous illusion of all. When I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain, the only 'interval' of peace befalls when asleep. Even then dreams appear like...family of zombies hunting me and regardless of what follows, peace remains! So if I remember while asleep, that 'my' dreams are random, appearing within me as peace, why can't I remember, when 'awake', that a painful 'reality' is a dream within 'my' sleep, and all displays through conscious are nothing, but a script in the wind. Where do I find myself a 'bed' and how can I sleep, when I'm all along sleeping my dream.
~

'It sat next to silence,
harkening the rhythm of the tides,
saw 'their' holograms as timeless dancers,
tiptoeing in the soil of barren' mind.'
~

''...worth's true 'self',
prized by none.''
~

'... life is in death, Mother!
with each heartbeat as a vivid reminder,
its rank crosses the line of departure as One,
only one... 'day at that time.'
~

'...for I am rapidly mistaken,
undeniably convinced,
for I am free as caged,
a gift's forsaken theme,
for I am vertigo's alert of anguished bliss...
from earth rotating in my sleep.'
~

'...στη ζωή,
ο θάνατος δεν χρειάζεται να σε βρει,
έχει ήδη!'
~