I just want to stop it all--
                    become one with the void;
walking deep,
           deep into the night and never wake up.

Never to return.

                   <-----Evaporate-----> into the fog

I would visit on foggy, nostalgic mornings
a welcoming blanket
to akin souls
       and the vanish
just like that...

        becoming one with nature
finally allowing
all my emotions to bloom bigger
            than my carnal cage...

I will be one with my soul
        (finally)
The wind purging my humanity leaving only purity behind.

Purity of truth.
that feeling that we are one;
complete within ourselves but holy together.
             (finally)

Reaching the spark that we are all one.
         All divine.
all love.
         All kind.

All truth stems
from this simple Purity:

Of Wind,

Of Water,

Of Sorrow,

Of Longing,

Of Desire,

Of Uncertainty.

For I am rain, and you are wind, water, earth;
For I am fire, yet I extinguish myself.

This paradox leaves me empty and searching
                    Here the void calls
         I must set down my pen

Soon.

for the void shall take me.
Any torture,
any pain,
confusion,
anxiety,
distress,
depression, even
fear, all reabsorbed
by the warmth of the night.

The dark trees...?
                   are welcoming you;
protecting your journey.

The dark crows...?
                    are kind souls;
cheering you on.

The dark thoughts...?
                     are left behind;
no longer yours to hold.



I step into the night
to become one with my soul.