Stills of Illumination

I don't know how many sunsets have gone, I look up to the same sky, and it's not same anymore.

but what we give is always what we are

I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.

in a world of monsters, it just hurts to be human

all this anger was once love

you're the garden and the grave

what's left unsaid will always find a way to scream

may your all hopes arise from their graves and blooms in yellow

see? my existence is vanishing

somewhere between hope and destruction, we exist

and you will never find any cure.

we constantly suffer here from consciousness

let us live, since we must die

and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

air apocalypse

carpe diem — enjoy the present, as opposed to placing all hope in the future

house of stormy cloud