I wish I could feel. To be alive.
To sense the wind, the breeze, the air.
A breath of fresh air, to finally be one with the cool of life.
To feel, even my own skin. My mind, without boundaries.
To simply be. To simply be…
I am not alive, the essence of life stripped from me.
Zen. To simply be. Please, the portal of air.
Zen. To simply be. The ultimate zenith.
Breathing between living and dying. Ultimate obstruction and suffering.
Time. Transmuted forever, the supreme giver of salvation.
But I cannot breathe. Please, help me.
The so-called Beggar. The feathers. The staff. And my white dog.
The flower. The highest stand. The precipice. Over the world.
Divinity- oh, divinity. Do not forsaken he or she who needs you the most of all.
I lost myself, the world became my heart, and suffer became my chain and soul.
But burning tower, ruins and demise.
Plague, sickness, and the face.
Maximized iron age. The zero card.
I have lost… So much.
Seven years of hell, and nothing else.
I wish I could sing the song of life.
Words I cannot say… and it hurts since the day.
