Thank you black,
For teaching me important lessons.
Thank you white,
For showing me the beauty of the world.
Thank you black,
For inspiring me.
Thank you white,
For making me feel happy.
Thank you black,
For appreciating only the things that matter.
Thank you white,
For never giving up hope in the darkest of times.
Thank you black and white,
For expressing myself.
Thank you black,
For making me feel miserable.
Thank you white,
For creating unrealistic expectations.
Thank you black,
For creating trouble in my mind.
Thank you white,
For being naïve.
Thank you black,
For making me give up hope.
Thank you white,
For leaving without any reason.
Thank you black and white,
For expressing myself.
Introspection and reflection by Lukassius, literature
Literature
Introspection and reflection
What is the meaning of it all? Where is my place? Why does it seem that I only question these things? I value the intrinsic, hidden meanings of life dearly, but still I get frustrated that it is all not clear to me. Why do I seem so contradictive? I can reason it very easily: I got specific genes from both my mother and father, that resulted in my inquisitive, profound mind. The disappointments and struggles in my life seem to have fed this inquisition and profoundness. Yet it feeds my loneliness as well. As my acadamic achievements can show, rationally I can easily fill in the world. Though my mother also blessed and cursed me with an unquen
Ease my ears with the proper words,
Disappointments continue to rule my life,
Satisfy the need of conviction,
Release me from my own expectation.
Quell the neverending strife of head and heart,
The quest of finding the ultimate,
A swirl of continuing entropy,
Share the stare into the canopy.
Quench the thirst of understanding,
The unbearable urge for the profound,
Light me from my own judgement,
End my need for commitment.
It is not that I'm weak,
Nor that I am strong,
Fulfill me with what I seek,
Show me where I belong.
It doesn't matter if I hear,
We all secretly live in fear.
It doesn't matter if I smell,
There is no heaven or hell.
It doesn't matter if I taste,
Everything will go to waste.
It doesn't matter if I feel,
Scars will never heal.
It doesn't matter if I see,
Only with death, we are free.
Thank you black,
For teaching me important lessons.
Thank you white,
For showing me the beauty of the world.
Thank you black,
For inspiring me.
Thank you white,
For making me feel happy.
Thank you black,
For appreciating only the things that matter.
Thank you white,
For never giving up hope in the darkest of times.
Thank you black and white,
For expressing myself.
Thank you black,
For making me feel miserable.
Thank you white,
For creating unrealistic expectations.
Thank you black,
For creating trouble in my mind.
Thank you white,
For being naïve.
Thank you black,
For making me give up hope.
Thank you white,
For leaving without any reason.
Thank you black and white,
For expressing myself.
Introspection and reflection by Lukassius, literature
Literature
Introspection and reflection
What is the meaning of it all? Where is my place? Why does it seem that I only question these things? I value the intrinsic, hidden meanings of life dearly, but still I get frustrated that it is all not clear to me. Why do I seem so contradictive? I can reason it very easily: I got specific genes from both my mother and father, that resulted in my inquisitive, profound mind. The disappointments and struggles in my life seem to have fed this inquisition and profoundness. Yet it feeds my loneliness as well. As my acadamic achievements can show, rationally I can easily fill in the world. Though my mother also blessed and cursed me with an unquen
Ease my ears with the proper words,
Disappointments continue to rule my life,
Satisfy the need of conviction,
Release me from my own expectation.
Quell the neverending strife of head and heart,
The quest of finding the ultimate,
A swirl of continuing entropy,
Share the stare into the canopy.
Quench the thirst of understanding,
The unbearable urge for the profound,
Light me from my own judgement,
End my need for commitment.
It is not that I'm weak,
Nor that I am strong,
Fulfill me with what I seek,
Show me where I belong.
It doesn't matter if I hear,
We all secretly live in fear.
It doesn't matter if I smell,
There is no heaven or hell.
It doesn't matter if I taste,
Everything will go to waste.
It doesn't matter if I feel,
Scars will never heal.
It doesn't matter if I see,
Only with death, we are free.
In the cold dark city streets,
wandering souls, devoid of colour.
The silent cries and deep dark streetlights,
showing off one's deepest wish.
The dream of laughs and tiny running feet,
only to be remembered by the withered old stones of the streets.
Those big old city lights,
only illuminating the emptiness of the world.
We are nothing but a dream in a dream in a dream.
Restless, until someone pulls out the sun,
and we can finally give in to the real world.
Drops of blood,
falling like the petals of a dying rose.
Crushed hearts,
drowning in a sea of sorrow.
Mine among many,
the sweet taste of red still on my tongue.
You've silently killed me,
like the cold that makes you numb.
And now I'm standing here,
on a cliff with the sea that doesn't judge.
Watching my petals drift away,
with only the lingering scent of a dying rose.
You gave me hope
You gave me strength
But the promises you made
The lies that you spoke
Where fading away
Breaking my heart
Leaving me alone
To fade away into darkness
To never feel loved again
Crying sweet salty snowflakes,
Blown away into the timeless night.
Frozen fires, sleeping people.
Me, outside with my naked soul.
Nightmares haunt me,
Their whispering caress,
Filling my heart with fear.
Will you ever find me,
Save me from the deadly sleep?
Time flies, on the soft wings of falling snow.
My eyes feel heavy,
My heart feeling cold.
Seducing nightmares,
Pulling me softly in.
The promise of blissful sleep,
But in reality a last snowflake leaves my eyes,
Because you'll never love me.