Heal the ruins.

” Guess. “

Intuition. Perception. Feelings.

What nonsense it is to build thoughts and ideas on abstractions ?

What is it to be right when you wish to be wrong ?

You sorely undergo what you foresaw, you walk through burnt fields surrounded by a deafening silence, strewed with all the hopes you desperatly believed in.

& then you grow up and change.

Metamorphosis. Flowers wait for the sun to blossom. As living and talking paradoxes, nothing is as useful and edifying as pain, sadness, including the hours of deep darkness you were about to drown in.

Whispers of patience were born as the wind blew along the shore, and the foam of the rushing waves claimed eagerly for elevation.

I declared being a sinner.

I do not know Heaven, nor Hell.

I trust unpredictability, will, pride & ambition.

I believe in one more thing as well. Though it is not like a wish you make when blowing birthday candles, I have to keep it secret to keep it alive.