the warmth of memory
leaving my hands trembling
as we drown in the sands of dreams
hatred blooms towards the world
we no longer need roaring seas
we no longer need howling winds

The gold that was born of you is free from the yoke called value, and is now about to set off, despite knowing that love itself is a curse. despite knowing the road ahead is nothing but darkness.

two in a row

imasara omoidasuna

you dont need to apologize, i forgive you
im deeply terribly sorry
im happy that we can talk again
but this will be the last
you will trod this life without me
because right now i have someone else that is more important to me than anything
and i want to be beside her

but how would you shape a word based on such reality that only wound me
you cant

so i will do it for you
i will try to do what you cant

if the day would come

well done
you have reached happiness
you have found what i cant give to you
im happy for you and i want to congratulate you
after all you were one of those who brought me happiness

for the last time i will say something you would disagree
you have saved yourself from me
it was a right choice to leave me

an epic poem

as the owls open their dreamy eyes
my loneliness beats into rythm
your shadows cast by the evening twilight
standing on the tip of my feet
we saw the sunset
burns the sky into vermilion

meldian oneiroia