Existence

Where do you seek answers in times of despair that seems never ending? I've always asked myself that question,only to be brought down by sheer rejection from menacing reality.But what does it tells you? To give up? To carry on? To further question yourself? Truth is,it doesn't matter. It's not what you do BUT how you do it. Clique? yes very,but think about it. Is it really the answer to all problems? Or is it the root of all problems? There is always so many angles and variations to take into account,so many doubts and uncertainties looming in your decisions. So you may ask,how does one come to a conclusion,come to that "perfect" ending of that specific individual. There seems like no explanation,but answer to all questions is already known,before any questions and any other "answers" doubted. So what exactly is this almighty answer? It's nothing but personal faith within every individual's core essence.

Skeptical.

Short breathes and clenched hands,
seems like seconds which passed an
eternity.Oh what do you make of it,
it's aurora of mystic or just plain
bullcrap?

Your hearts begs please,mine begs for release.
What goes on isn't what it may seems,close your
eyes and you'll see;who would be there when you're
on your knees.

Symbal.

Wielding set of emotions,
clashing clings of charms.
What would it feel,should
it be brought to light,on
this broad broad land we
call peace.One will never
know as only he,up there
controls.

Milky Way.

Keys falling,melodies in the making.
Bewitched;entwined,all so in synced.
Tell me how,such beauty is found,
bounded cosmos collides,trimming
me a stream of faith,so take me away.

Sole Man.

A tad bit downer,a pinch of regret,
halt;haven't i been here?Manifestation
of my emotions ever so strong;
gratifyingly brimmed to my soul.
I am what you mere mortals call,
a grim nightmare.