I have to embrace the silence
and step inside my head,
listen to the voice,
find the sea of imagination
that soothes
the relentless beating of my heart.
I choose to drift away
from spontaneity—
from images reflected in light.
This freedom, subjective,
moves toward a concept,
proving that aesthetic beauty
travels through the faculty of knowledge,
born from a storm,
into a new beginning
rising from ruin.
Reason remains pure,
guiding me to my highest self.
I am invincible.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
I have to embrace the silence
and step inside my head,
listen to the voice,
find the sea of imagination
that soothes
the relentless beating of my heart.
I choose to drift away
from spontaneity—
from images reflected in light.
This freedom, subjective,
moves toward a concept,
proving that aesthetic beauty
travels through the faculty of knowledge,
born from a storm,
into a new beginning
rising from ruin.
Reason remains pure,
guiding me to my highest self.
I am invincible.
