The Heart Voice of a Heart Owner.

The Heart Voice of a Heart Owner.

Long before words created themselves, silence had first woven the human body into form.

Before the sentences assembled his body into a complete narrative, silence had already settled in Adam and Eve's bodies.

Long after humanity was created, solitude still continues to grow. In the tremors of anxiety, the silence still continues to grow into a bright light that hides behind the thick night.

I have to wait for the full moon, when I ask him. A pretty face in a blue dress in her eyes and in her soul. What are you missing?

In the dark it's hard for me to speak, he said. Because nature is free to lead me to an empty hill. Without a languishing body and soul, isn't there no darkness in the heart? In a free spirit? And the lamp of hope still shines in dim nature, in the light of eternity.

Tonight, I looked again at that old mirror. Looking in the mirror, sharpen your eyes, slowly your heart whispers to him. About what I have, and what has always been wishful thinking.

I am me, not him, nor them. Not a spark of hope that worships, not a handful of hope that depends. Nor is it a vague wishful thinking.

I am me, a human who is aware of less and more, will complain and be grateful, about everything that happens, without rebelling in my heart.

I love myself, with the identity that I have. With hope and struggle, about reaching and empty. Dare to step on earth.

A cup of coffee sandwiched between the left forefinger, when they are squeezed together, glamour and sensation blaze. An weathered guitar with a loud sound, I throw myself into the calm, along with the strains of the precarious strings.

Me, Him and them.

Don't force me to finish, don't demand that I get lulled. Once not, I'm still me. Be yourself, don't need to be someone else, find your own identity, follow the direction of the wind.

Struggling noises, passing in my eyelids, I love myself completely, without hearing their chatter.

I am not them, not a person who is busy with the deceptive glitter of the world. Not a person who drifts away from the charm of a lie full of sensations.

I don't want to be like those who neglect obligatory things for the sake of ego, sacrifice nature for the sake of recognition. I do not know what the purpose and intent, but they are racing against it.

I'm still here to live the rest of my life, enjoying simple days as they are, without the demands of ego and the beautiful games of the world.

I'm being myself, grateful for what I have. Repairing the flaws in the soul, forgetting their talk and sneers.