Colours of my soul

The fathomless depths of one’s soul, frightening even to the one who calls it home.

Garden of gods, Temple of silence - Deuter

And there is such beauty in this world, to see, to smell, to touch, to hear, to taste, to feel and to be…

Snowflake Water

Snowflake multitudinous facets
sparkling brilliance in the sun
glacial water flowing
over alpine stones
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Decisions, decisions

There is this constant battle. A choice to make that seems to never end. To keep trying, even though I am seemly destined to failure, or just accept my fate inevitable and step out of the game before it plays out. And where is the game, where does it begin and end? Is physical reality just a small corner of this cosmic gladiator’s arena with no exit? Guess I am just a little tired today of same wrestling match with those same demons. Even with end in sight, it still feels endless.