Passing thought


Certain of the humane behaviour and the aspect of our existence are being introduced to me these days. A gradual and slow flame of my unknowns are burning inside me and I find myself unble to calm the devils and warm the peace in me. Meeting my shadows in the middle of the night have an unresting attribute which never settle but brings back all the chaos that I try hard to kill. But all in vain. A moment of freedom seems completely opposite of it’s genuine character. A passing thought never leaves me alone but knits unintentionally all thoughts out of all the universe into a major substance that seem heavier for my shoulders to hold.