The world is spinning too fast for me.
Even before I’m done contemplating about the blinding light of the Sun, darkness settles in and makes me realize how much I miss the light and warmth of the day. Before I could even run past my shadows, darkness hunts me down when the Sun has already orphaned me, sacrificing my soul to the Moon. Before I could even reach the horizon where the Daylight dies, the tides repel my empty vessel making me bow down, sacrificing my love for the day and being a servant of the night.
We are living in a mechanical world serving false leaders and incorporating corrupted methodologies. We sell our bodies and souls to appeal and please those who preach peace yet believe in achieving it by proving how powerful they are. We bury our past , but never our sins. We carry scars as trophies, and memories as burden. We are latched on to a social parasite while the destructive ideologies cling on to our minds, yet we pass muster from the scrutinizing eyes in the waves of strangers passing by.
I wish the world spun slow. I wish it gave me enough time to realize how beautiful yet chaotic the daylight is, while how silent and placid the Moon and the stars are. I wish the day to slowly walk down the clock, so that I can fall in love with my Shadow once again. I wish to lie down on a bed of dandelions, while I look at the Moon and apprehend why
“Silence rhymes with Violence”