The sun sets on a cursed day, but it rises to greet a pure one.

What does this mean?

The dawn of a new day after facing endless seconds, minutes, hours of corruption without bounds.

But as a day must pass, like a bird of fire shall it rise again.

Dying at the end of light's throne, reborn from the shadow of mortal darkness.

A phoenix with no bounds.



To those who can feel the wind on their skin, a question.

Is that really wind, or a manifestation of something you think you feel, or want to feel?

Is it even there?

But of course it is, life is an abstract word that has no image but can be see neverywhere, it cannot be visualized but it can be felt, like the wind.

Why the questions, because I want those of you to understand that , their are things that require the understanding of not understanding to embrace what needs to be understood.

Values that make you understand deeper values.


To those that are in pain... Another time, I will tell you what circles in my head.