some sort of loneliness
might be inevitable
when we wish to discover
who we are
only to find what it is
we are able
to share
truthfully
stardust
stardust as a remedy
for stagnated emotions
nourishing the blood
while old brooks
run anew
under a promising sunrise
claustrophobic
being paralysed
even if only by the mind
is in many ways
a claustrophobic experience
softened by gentle rain
and silent thunder
yet still unpleasant
mature
sleep as a remedy
for growth to occur
at every age
in every dimension
rituals
to mark transitions
by a ritual
seems to be inevitable
for the human mind
underestimating the power of
rituals
a great loss of civilisation
and sacrality
serene
sunrise
seaside
solemn
serene
smile
verticality
there might be difficulties
holding on to structure
when time is
to let go
yet it seems
that both are essential
for verticality
to transcend
always
soft winds playing
fear running through the blood
nothing is ever
for always
purge
how gloriously liberating
silence can be
exclusion
being excluded is only painful
as long
as one has a wish
to belong