Of all the days on one, you wake.
You open eyes and look.
Wander around and take a walk.
But only to the inside.
Into the cave where your world hid.
Through the tunnel, consciousness lied.
And meet wonders,
In one body, many of You's.
Rains and fogs of happy spirits.
Jungles are full of vibrations.
Music in the soul's beats.
Poetry in the shapeless thoughts.
Sanity through your madness.
Tons of voices in your silence.
Quiet colors in your screams.
You fall in love. With existence.
You walk proudly in nothingness.
Live in freedom under the cuffs.
You fly over your clouds.
Content being within chaos.
Content making pain a tool of inspiration
That's sent to breakdown sorrow
And make sense of the world.
Content in living a chaotic life.
~BeNelly~
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Dark passion
PoetryThe pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.
