There is no need to explain the weather.
I did not create the snow.
There is no need to explain the seasons.
I am not the creator of eternal beauty.
There is no need to explain rain, winds, and snow.
I can not explain it’s happenings.
There is no need to explain why things happen.
I do not hold all control.
There is no need to explain life.
I do not hold all of the answers.
There is no need for me to explain my state of being.
It just is as I find my peace within the snow.
I won’t justify what I love.
For what I love is infinite beyond you can I.
You can’t depend on the light forever.
There is nothing that can assure you that everything will be alright.
Nothing lasts forever friend.
Not even you will last beyond this point.
Bones, muscle, skin, hair, nails teeth…
They will all crumble and fall apart… fall apart…
Not even the darkness lasts forever.
Soon thereafter its nothingness.
Void and the abyss are your only friends now.
Say goodbye to the light, good night…
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The ocean of secrets is only within my own reach.
Blood, sweat, and tears are the crucial ingredients to create the formula of the artists’ lament.
The canvas is my flesh as the paintbrush is the knife.
The artist’s lament is the color that soaks the paint brush of an unearthly color.
I am numb to the touch of anything beyond my own understanding.
I never thought that the truth would hurt like this.
Why must the artistic ones suffer the most to create the perfect picture?
Please cut the canvas open so I may sleep without the weight of lies tearing me apart.
Set me free.
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