LOVE, EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES

A phantom that patches deep in the psyche,
A silent throb under the noise of the world.

Solitude curtains itself over every hour,
and yet, in the isolation of struggle,
The sword within begins to form.

We arrive in this life alone,
We leave it alike—
and between the intervals of two silences,
The path can feel vast, empty,
Endless.

No one to crib the anguish,
to convey the loads,
To silence the tempest.
Only the quietness—
and the brittle command to
stance, bear, not halt.

Emptiness winds itself around the heart.
like invisible chains,
And the mind is filled with restless tides, draining strength away.

Yet—
Happiness is a secret garden.
That blooms only from within.
Seek it in others,
And it weakens in your hands.
Pursue it in yourself,
And it befits the light that.
Expels the dark.

Bloom in your season.
Root yourself in your soil.

Let your smile escalate.
Like the sun from the aurora.

Piloting to whispers of wind.

Evaporate the feeling of isolation,

Like fleeting phantoms.