Calm in my mind, at last, only for some moments,

admiring the elements raging around me

the rain is heavy, turns the nocturnal world to hazy dark grey

wind lashes the scenery around my small

protective shell

the storm makes driving a flight

contentment comes as death seems present in wrathful nature


stormy days, huge projection of the turmoil inside my head

clean the earth of the violating order

and ease my soul


travelling home through purified air,

street signs shining plainly

like these thoughts arising in isolation.


parts of circle

exploding in life i was

when trying to rebuild the ruins.

inundated they would be, first panical hyperactivity now gone

life has been drawn out and replaced connections fade as hope does

leaving me exposed


no air to call for help left

proceed in functions

past is stronger than before

emptiness and pain


distorted scenes, pictures from the past

flashing in a new surge of the storm.

rage arises, the calm is gone


stormy days, huge projection of the turmoil inside my head

clean the earth of the violating order

and ease my soul


crawling towards a light that may crumble every second

the circle closes again thinner than any time before

cognition grown to a higher level of understanding a small part

one more circle to show

futility


time has grown old, sinister dreadful thoughts,

awful conflict between loathing and compassion.


ready for seclusion, the highway sounds distantly through frozen air.

they all pass, i have to stay. the journey's end should not have come