returning home
after having lost
faith
and become
just who we are
no more
no less
is exaltation
acknowledged
when being acknowledged
becomes
more important
than being who we are
faith is lost
transformed
having no one to confide in
can transform solitude
into a burden
so heavy
it seems
unbearable
until the time
where that very same burden
is being transformed
into confidence
safe
never to feel safe
can
in so many ways
undermine the mind
that the track
of reality
is lost
there
when the burden of guilt
is beginning to
ease
it might be
there will be time
for peace
projector
what a relief
when what
is being projected
is no longer taken in
as true
by the object of
the projection
only showing in return
the story being told
to be taken in
by the projector
or not
circumstances
when we force ourselves
to turn away
from our inner truth
truth is lost
when we force the circumstances
in order to
express our inner truth
truth is lost
when we allow
truth to unfold
in its own pace
peace prevails
prestige
where the ambition for
perfection
triumph over
the need for presence
success might be
achieved
in an exclusive appearance
of prestige
though just as much as
the outset was
to search for the innermost essence
the essence in itself
might be lost
shining
a night of little sleep
a glorious break of day
a landscape covered with frost
a hope
that for a moment
had been lost
shining bright
sophisticated
sophisticated solitude
can sometimes be
a suffocating experience
sophisticated in the sense
that impossible to
describe
in a manner
allowing
anyone else to grasp
just how
sophisticated solitude can be