SHAPELESS SILHOUETTES

I can see shadows slithering up above and only I have the courage to really look at them and this supposed glorious beauty reflected upon. Undeniably, there is this intense attachment between my psyche and their shapeless silhouettes, forever drifting, blending and communing as one. 

My soul is being cuddled by their indistinct mist. Their ghost-like manifestation is being perceived as a comrade that refuses to go away. I am one with this miasma. And it forever stays as such.

TWO SHADOWS

Once again, he is getting used to such mundane world where all he can hear is the deafening silence while seeing blurry visions that neither upset nor torment him. 

Once again, he finds himself staring to nothingness while his thoughts skyrocketed to such heights he could not easily fathom.

Such whirlwind, his romance with light and darkness is that he could never learn to sit still and bring stillness and harmony to those two worlds living inside him. 

Such chaos, those two and one shadows are that he has difficulty of truly knowing who is seeing the light and who is staying locked-up to its self-made chamber.

Such gloom but such madness. The light appears but it never stays. Darkness comes and it is making him stay in frenzy while he willingly engulfs its dismal lullabies.

LIGHT AND DARKNESS

Who would ever want to be blinded by the light? 

No amount of sunshine can ever charm thy sight.

Who would ever want to stay out of the rain?

Every drop of it brings joy and erases all thy pain.

Darkness falls, slowly sneaking into thy zone.
Embracing me, kissing me and chilling me to the bone.
Then light suddenly slithers within thy asylum
Trying to seize me away from thy gloom.