Walking around those obliterated strings of memories,
I saw nothing beyond a daedalian glimpse of unresolved mysteries.
Those mysteries were the obstacles of my life,
And those obstacles were the paths of my life.
Walking through them I saw streams of desire annihilated by pebbles of passivity,
As I walked deeper into my psyche I found even deeper layers waiting to be resolved, waiting to be touched.
Everything within me seemed dismantled by the savagery of life,
Those long repertoires of emotions mixed with unfamiliar circumstances presented riddles in front of me which had no end.
I dug deeper within me to see myself losing to a different dimension of reality,
A reality which I never percerived for I was lost in the charm of fantasy.
Rambling across these crushes leaves of determination, untouched park of imagination and uncouth sky of liveliness.,
I am going into a state of darkness, this darkness is too harmless yet the lethal glimpse of it has robbed me of everything I had.
There is nothing beyond this darkness of life,
A colour of scar and a colour of peace,
The irony of this is the juice of life,
which I have drank all along,
for now I want to rest,
and commute myself with my closest comrade and boisterous foe.
Here I am shaking hands with darkness,
Staring right into it and dissolving myself in it.
With no worries, no happiness, no desires, no fears, no aspirations.
There exists only this darkness which was once the window of life.