In a quiet moment
I asked the honesty in me
Can you hear me
Strange it told me
Called me dumb
And said - tell me
What has changed
You loved to kill in the cave
You would love to kill now
You think you make sense
I like you still
In this stillness that
You asked
That would take guts
In this pauper land

Atonement.

The waves thought about it. They were alive. They dreamt of a shore. I was one behind her. She used to raise her head high in the sun. I saw her and my eyes knew the goal. She was the grandest of all waves. A bride-to-be ,who dreamt her atonement, her shore.
Her song was not seen only known. A vision of moment, in the now. The shore was near a wave shouted somewhere in front of us. She was a miracle I tell you. I had seen it. She just went ahead in to the shore. The light had faded. Then, then she was dead.

The moment knew
It did not matter
About the past that it was born from
Born from a
A face of me in a circle
A paradox shinning in the sun
A sand time machine
The moment
This moment
A fragment of my song
Burning to give birth
To moments
That would move me mountains.

"Nothing to "ME" happens in isolation."

"Never die in parts. Same goes for living. The question is what stops you either ways?"

“ Move, move, so what if you leave something behind.”

A plot and a setting
A narrator and his inner voice
A virgin's kiss
And then I have a thought
Where the I and my inner voice are locked
It is easy to talk now
And easy to close my eyes
Free from numbers
I think I should rewrite.

The mirror says it all
About a vision intoxicated

The doors of my heart open now
And yet
The earth searches it's sky

Why can't I walk
Walk on broken dreams
If walking is that only required of me