I wish every passing moment my existence melt away I wish to lost in void of my soul where I can't be arise again.

I'm not desiring death nor life I don't want to escape from what it is I just want to know where I can be myself without losing myself,

I'm not desiring a fairytale, happy endings,promises of eternal love which has no essence of truth in it.I'm not seeking for saviours or gods,I just want to know where the end is so I can know where I'm is?

my heart is not broken I'm not in pain nor in love. I'm not happy nor sad. I'm just a feeling. a feeling of feeling who lost in itself to know something which is not a feeling.

I'm is not living nor dead it's in a imagination. But I'm is imagination of whom?

imagination don't have a creator it's itself a creator. imagination is a flowing desert, withering sun,shining darkness,walking trees,lifeless humans,lively stones,lovely evils,deadly gods.

this world I'm living is just a tragedic wave in a harmonious sea. A futile philosophy of illusion. A never begined story of a end. A thriller presented by knowledge.

whatelse this should be
a self reflection.

whatever reflects it's not there because reflection means imagination,self is a realistic truth of illusionary mind.

To understand life one must
be awaken to it.


© IAM