Our own battle

Showing our feelings seems to be one big battle, a battle with our own daemons who won’t stop building walls around us. They will continue their work until there isn’t any chance left for us to escape their prison. They will continue putting brick by brick until we take our first step toward self-destruction. These daemons who fight us with flames and fire-arrows, which by only touching us they transform our soul in a black-stoned object and nothing more.
But we are more than this and won’t let them win the big battle, indeed they may win some fights now and then, they may weaken our forces but will never win over our soul.
We are like a roller coaster which goes up and down. We laugh and we fall, we are confused but also crystal clear. We are the hottest star but also the coldest iceberg. Some days seem to be never-ending and some pass in a blink of an eye.
Still we are part of this story, part of this tale, part of this life, part of the sky, part of the sea, we are the universe itself.
We play by our own rules and are able to fly, fly over the walls which we’ve built with our own weakness.

A te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur ~ Epica –¬†The¬†Phantom Agony

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The Sun

She used to compare you with the biggest and warmest star in this universe, she used to warm herself up with your hotness without even getting burned, she used to smile day and night.

Awake or asleep you hunted her thoughts like no other, bringing her goose bumps every single time she even dared to feel you closer to her soul.

You haven’t been around for a long while and she was trapped in a nightmare of mad creatures, whom craved pain on her naive soul each time they could.

After all these years, after all the stars which burned down, she can still breathe one, the biggest one, the Sun, you.