Hollowed echos shatter the silence
My heart and body are filled
My soul has cleared
And now I wait
for fate
to deliberate
my future…
When the time is right I shall return. I miss this place, it was my home. Circumstances change and life grows, one day I shall return, hopefully soon and when I do I shall be different. We shall see. For now, for the few who still come, we shall meet again. Until then, be well my friends.
Enreal
With each day comes forth new possibilities for happiness. We live each day as if life is continuous and we have no say in what happens. This is false. We control our destinies, we choose our lives. Whether to live the same or to make the change… to face a truth or to be afraid… It is a sad and empty destiny, if this is the path we take.
Emptiness is the consumption of will.
It is not the beginning that counts,
It is the return to the present that manifests life
All creativity must have roots.
All expectations must have matter,
All possibilities may become whole. If we choose it so…
My beautiful dream,
Giving way to sadness nevermore.
I’ve been wanting signs.
Waiting in fear.
I can not imagine falling way.
I can not believe in emptiness… even if emptiness believes in me.
Are we Lost?
Everyday.
Can we be Found?
Perhaps.
One day
Destiny allows room for error
All things will be shown at Time’s leisure
For we do not always achieve our destiny,
Others play a hand in fate
And Fate in turn,
Has its own destiny
Journals Of Enreal 