Out of the Mist

Since we reach the age of understanding things, we think that feelings and concepts (undefined to us yet) that exist for reasons whatsoever, they should complete their purpose – perfection – which is impossible for a human to do. We are full of mistakes, we are uncertain, others expect a lot from us, and we can’t be everywhere. That is us trying not to disappoint them, and in doing so, we lose control of time – the unit of life. Love, Time, Death – the most important phenomenon in life. We feel for others, and we  love them in our unique ways. Soon the Time passes very quickly, and then you think of death – leaving everything behind. Just some moments before the death, you think of all the things you have done and for what?  So, right at this moment, when you are alive, living the life you only think of doing the right things, the right decisions that will lead you to not regret in that last moment of your life.  Focusing on what is that we have ...

Moments of Weakness was an effort to remeber the moment of Deja Vu. When you think you are living the moments and then its gone, but that exact moments shows the significance of the meeting, which is Simple, Pure, Illuminating and Honest to death. As the Night grows old, A corpse rots in bitter cold, But the stars are wide awake, Above the cursed lake, Still! There I stand, With hand in hand, It’s about time to choose, Who I want to lose, Oh! Sweet haunting past, Beloved mine, whom I lost, Or the future thee, Oh! Bitter glaring thee, Darkness that’s glowing inside, Light that’s brought by the tide, The decision can’t alone be mine, While the chalice is still full of wine, The corpse is too gentle, With a touch, so parental, I dare not refuse, With a lot to lose, I miss the ruse, The songs, the blues, The stars are awake, And night grows old, Let’s go take our last howl at the moon, The corpses may not meet again so soon!