Just to drift away and fade into an ever-sretching white light,
Away from doubts,
And into the bliss,
From the life I have started to despise.
There is a hidden strength among my shivering words,
Words that shy as they leave my stuttering lips.
A strength to wander and explore the unknown.
To drift into the ever-changing whiteness of the unknown,
The life altering confession,
Which I’m shying from making to my already aware heart,
Is a game of my pragmatic mind.
A mind, whose soul purpose is to guide me in this world of uncertainty.
Whom should I deny the benefit of doubt?
In a struggle for power,
They are in a continous tug of war.
This is my