Whispers In The Dark

Dark Sanctuary, I write from the old wooden desk of yesterday. Writing without light, Writing in the dark. The pain of unknowns cloud my mind, its been a while sense I was here. Here…. No shores, No lighthouse but a philosophic wreck I am. Obscure, Again I see life, existence, how its shapes. Life is water, im a rock. Water eats always at rock changing it, molding it, making it. My hands are open, lacking another to fit inside of them. My problems to be faced by me, alone. Nonentity makes us so lonely as our secrets. Trampled over like I am dirt, looking out from within…all which is said to me, everything told to me, all lies all pure hatred & sin. I heed the sounds of voices telling me all of my faults, all of my wrongs, all of my burdens. It’s hard to dare to dream when ur faults are thrown in ur face repeatedly. The greatest harm can result from the best intentions. These hurting words become fog over my vision of ways truth, what’s normal to the others in the world. If people could only feel a meek sense of how a simply sentence can change, can move, can destroy…can burn, eat away at a soul. Dark hues created a new color, 1 which is darker than black. Never parting, always finding, a dark hope. Pleading eyes, wishing to interpret no lies in between ur lines of genuineness, truth. Whispers In The Dark………. Whispers In The Dark, a great Sand Darker than infinity, Fantasy only to be fucked by wind. Become dust in wind, all I want is to win. Successfulness, a prize which all seek, seekers of Success with weights of stress…..tons or extra-ness chilling, CHILLING on my torso, on my chest, but cause im alive, I should be blessed? Set a part, A slow death of unhappiness was never my dream, so it shall not become my reality. Pow! Just like that things change, Moods shift, Damage control begins. Things become more shadier, darker than the devils hour….idle I sit, doing nothing, thinking, wondering what. What’s & Whys but never How’s?

In darkness 1 may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.Cries hurl in echo’s which never return back to my ears which only means that this space is 2 big. A lost sight of life's simple pleasures…pleasure which seem to only matter when 1 is happy. Music is nothing if the audience is deaf. Sesame Street, place in hell with no light & no cookies 4 any monsters. Darker than the shadow on the moon at night. Looking outward, Seeing empty skies….. Gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back, wonder if it views me identical as I do my self. Forfeited souls, seem to accompany this lonely being, due know im not an easy prey. Mysterious & gothic, Black. Without order nothing can exist, without chaos nothing can evolve. I find my self learning, growing UN afraid of this dark, not much anxious of light either. Flowers do grow out of darkest moments. All escalation is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience. The greatest and the smallest, light and dark, right and wrong - they all come together to form the miracle that is life, and none can exist without the others. The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us….so it never hurts me. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear. We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success. To be a star, u must shine ur own light, follow ur own path, & dont worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest. Halo’s shine brightly. Dark Sanctuary, papers of notes from the Whispers In The Dark.