Vainamoinenian

I am an overwhelming urge to flow into something. To become something bigger, something more, something exalted, something eternal. I need to flow into something. Unspoken truths burning my throat I am flowing into my own abyss. My abyss is flowing into me. All the walls have been broken. I have broken all the walls. I don't know where to land my fist. Still, I will not battle against my abyss. I shall let it in. Like an immense wave in a raging sea my void is, again, coming out of my depths to crush me against the rocks I've raised behind. There's no turning back, there's no avoidance. The choice was made long ago. I now stand tall and face

           ...for we are a part of all unrequited,     for we are the night of all expectations...                                                          Yuri Shevchuk HE He is in a rush. The heels of his shoes are clicking on the porcelain tiles, echoing through the hall and blending with the vibrations of the violin playing softly in the background. His vision is messy, breath - heavy. He stumbles on the waiter, angrily pushes him off with one movement of his arm and heads towards the main doors. There's a steady stream of newly arriving guests entering the big hall, and he, like a massive Soviet icebreaker ship, plunges into them, c

Bleeding. The skies are bleeding. I never noticed it, until they painted the horizon purple, vein-like blue. Somebody, somehow, must've ripped the sky's stomach open and now it's bleeding... to death. The skies are dying - slowly, confidently, elegantly evaporating into nothingness, into the void. The Heaven, the angels and God himself are melting and deliberately pouring unto our mortality, seeking absolution for their immortality... I have forgiven them long ago, the day I lost my faith. Now I can't seem to forgive them their mortality... -- The skies are dying. Their blood is dripping from the trees, from the rooftops, gathering in small

the waves of wind caress the blades of grass that gently dance in the rhythm of earth's heartbeat as a flock of clouds slowly passes upon the golden fields bordering with the green pastures and valleys where the distinction between time and space dissolves into the moment of static beauty where life stops to take a full breath of this divine revelation of infinity's manifestation entwined in the mystical aura of eternity hanging above this place. Where... -- i. a bird in skies sings its song; the tune dissolves, blends with the blue then remains in the air - repeating endlessly ii. a tree melts under the sun; its branches stand still,

Lights are fading in and out. Camera flashes are burning his blurred sight, as the noise of the cheering crowd diminishes into a buzzing in his ears over which a static, dull squeak is persistently muting every sound around him. His heartbeats are pumping in his temples and it feels as if his blood vessels are about to rip the skull into pieces. The heavy breath barely makes it out of his lungs and equally heavily gets back into his body. Blood mixed with sweat slowly rolls down from a cut on his eyebrow, dipping his right eye in that red creek before slowly dropping on his chest.Through his dizzy vision he can barely make out his location in

In Fact, there is only one - it fucking hurts. And when it does, oh how it does... But for those of you who like to magnify the pain and purify themselves, overcome themselves, here's the 4th truth, the only one left. It's the only advice I have the right to give, even when I am not asked for it. 4. Leave when you are no longer wanted. No matter how good, how strong and how destined your relationships were or seemed to be, like it or not, they still can come to an end. And when the end has arrived, have the dignity to not stay in a place where you are not wanted. For then you are risking to ruin the most beautiful thing of those relationship

I am the flame that burns high in the eternity of time. I am the weight under which we all will break. I am the wind that shatters the hopes of the forsaken. I am the rain that washes away the memories of the forgotten. I am the face of the unseen and the voice of the unheard. I am the hate that breeds in the hearts of men I am the faith that pushes you off the cliff and into the void. I am the fear that overcomes your mind and entraps your destiny. I am the night that crawls through your mind and makes a home there. I am the weakness that flows through your veins and feeds on your comfort. I am the contempt that lives in your heart. I am

It's broken.                                                             Like the vows We've sworn and pledged to each other, Our destinies are entwined together in a dance of mystery. Its pieces fell.                                                           Like the leaves of a blossoming tree, Our spirits burned and bloomed with passion, painting everything around red. Its masks shattered.                                                         Like our hearts, the sun was burning eternally upon our lives and it seemed that for Us no night ever existed. It's shredded into dust.                                                           Like