|| Mirage
Much like the deserted place, there is nothing to see and nothing much else to do and nothing else further to even be done. A land so dried and parched. A whisperless thought evaporates in the dust, as the vocal cords become dried. Such is the case when life breathes a sense of hopelessness; lacking the source of love and devoid of any human touch. A mind even dried of a future thought. Living in such the desperate state.
It is from this place man is forced to see. To see his life as he imagines it to be. He awakens the true desires of his heart. He can clearly see now, all that was missing from the very start. He sees the mirror from within, identifying with places, where he has not yet been.
Not always can one tell what his life is written to be. But the drought of his life forces the one to open his eyes and truly see. Unfolding for the one his longing mystery.
18.12.22
It is from this place man is forced to see. To see his life as he imagines it to be. He awakens the true desires of his heart. He can clearly see now, all that was missing from the very start. He sees the mirror from within, identifying with places, where he has not yet been.
Not always can one tell what his life is written to be. But the drought of his life forces the one to open his eyes and truly see. Unfolding for the one his longing mystery.
18.12.22