The Path

Another beginning, another turn, another dead end, another crossing, another Dtour.
I am standing there in the wind, getting lost, reaching, looking around, facing onto a contour.
I am the path I walk, in dark, blindfolded and troubled, chasing my shadow, hunting my shadow.
I can't touch the mist, I feel it's smell surrounding me, covering my footprints, covering the path.
Few brief moments I thought I can see clearly, only to appear on the same spot, efforts make me laugh.
Close my eyes, I don't need them,let my soul take over and lead the way, without any fear.
Let every day be a step forward, movement towards, reaching for, not to shed a tear.
Judgement is only mine, not yours to abuse, I am who I am with no more pretending.
This is the way of mine, new one, the one to stay on, enrich me, raise me, not the need

The Fracture, 08/12/2018

Twist it while you can, demand the past to have 3some with future.
Tears were not shed, redundant and not necessary,
obsolete emotions are reborn and shaped through the dreams I live now.
I am in the middle of the future, concerned, doubting, even afraid from the blinding desires, outbursts of darkness take over the day ... they say it's dark.
Unknown until now.
Weird is revealing the true face of passion, my soul is peaking through, claiming its place in the decadence.
Pain and memories will not lead the way, yet i was unable to dig out the reason from the pile of silence.
Absent blame, but flaming emotions, we once were we.
The key to what was wrapped in cloak of normality for the sake of shame.
Let me go and get devoured by the dreams, adult dreams and revert the normal, ignore the cowards stuck in the booths of boredome.
Enter and comeback, I dare you to ...
... start