Surrendering for Sake of salvation but serving for sake of sensations, neither completely merging in the water nor fully burning in the fire. Swimming in the ocean, flying in the air, diving in the trenches, jumping from the water falls, darkening under the darkest clouds, and brightening in the moon’s silver shine, either I am living or I am dying, or it’s both.
It’s raining inside as well as outside. From the colorful rainbow of hope at the sky to the boiling liquid of hopelessness beneath the soil, from active explosions of quasars to frozen blood jammed in the body, it’s all worth desiring, it’s all worth detesting. And bearing and bearing until the pendulum of life stops swinging. Then it’s all at motion; it’s all at rest.
The unquenchable thirst keeps increasing, the satiety keeps satiating as well. From the wavy waves of every small and large voice in the surrounding to the single straightest line in the silence, the Paradoxical Situation compels to keep adding layers upon layers of mystery to make it impossible to decode the life. Then living is as odd as dying, happiness is as same as crying, when love becomes an unmistakable mistake, it’s all good for nothing, it’s all bad for nothing.
Believing for sake of breathing but breaching the boundaries as well, neither adopting the color of the colorful nor turning into the fading ashes. Falling from the height, rising from the dark, entering into a cave, witnessing the sunshine, wandering in the desert, sleeping on a snowy land, either it’s a dream or it’s a reality, or it’s both.
