There will be times
As truthful to others as a battlefield covered by an invisible cloak
when it will be too hard to bear this thing called living
There will be times when this so called reality
will rip your guts wide open and will devour your heart with outmost gluttony
And then a moment will come when your veils will be shed
and all of a sudden you will know that reality is nothing more than a never ending cosmic dance between one's brightest light and deepest shadow
As truthful to others as a battlefield covered by an invisible cloak
If in that moment, my friend, you catch yourself wondering "in the end who am I really?"
Then search for what lifts your being into serenity
For me, as I speak on behalf of my soul, it has come to be the thought of God and Nocturne No. 1 in B flat minor.
What's yours?
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