I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Sunday, March 5

I watch people pass by with indifference


For I am but a lone wanderer
enshrouded in the darkness for so long
I no longer shrink away from it
It is the light I fear
for light brings hope
and with hope comes the price
the price of failure
my heart cries out for that light
but all I get are brief glimpses
and once again,
I am shut in the darkness
You taught me to embrace the light
to seek nirvana
Are these but mere illusions?
my heart longs for freedom
Perhaps all I deserve is darkness,
for at least in it
I can find peace and serenity