Spero Melior
(I hope for better things)

a long sojourn
in the silence of the night
wandering in solitude
a life yet to be lived

a continuation of a journey
lamenting in despair
yet a ray of hope exist
hidden in fear within

a sudden surge of courage
blindly trudging onwards
in need of drastic changes
saguinely trusting fate

Spero Melior my God
steer this weary soul
yearning for peace
in flight towards your arms

Staring at a blank sheet of paper...
blinking infront of the computer screen...
Nothing... tabularasa...

This soul has been trying to write its deepest thoughts and yet no words seem fit to describe the ramblings it has long buried in its unfathomable subconsciouness. And so the unspoken words are shown in strange actions at times with animosity; the body unknowingly expressed the suppressed emotions of the soul.

What makes this inexpressible longing worst than it is... its when people think you do these bitchy things intentionally... But you can not make them comprehend in spite of the struggling voice within. You just have to go through life not understood, called names and drowning the soul in silent reproach for being timid.

They said that we put walls not because we want to push people away but we want to know who will be brave enough to tear down the walls of reticence and liberate the muted soul.

Read betwenn the lines...

Serva me... Servabo te...
Break these walls and set this soul free...

De Profundis

Out of the depths

Night standstill

Engulfed in darkness

Shadows cast eerie forms

Fearsome vestige of things to come

Ebbing slowly in the gloom

A foreboding caveat

Cowering apprehensively

Holding on to a forgotten reverie

Awaken by the light of day

Released from trepidation

Freedom! It cried out…

But only until twilight