Animus

Jithin @Dreamverb Mar 18 · 2 min read

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My thoughts remember something
A lot of nothing of sorts
Empty memories of the beginning
Endlessness to the end

But Some thing is surely within me
Through thoughts with doubts of existence
Darkness is what my eyes see
But what is all this that I feel and sense

A world vague, difficult to understand
Doing nothing but need something
Filling empty places with themselves
Where I feel isolated to everything

Running from nothing
Running to somewhere, towards something
When that passes away
I reach nowhere, to belief of a new feeling

When knowing nothing
creates a belief of something
Something new to be
Will make something greater than what I am to be

How do I take myself away
From the very mind I seek today
For it is now that I realize
I no more want to be held by this realm of reality

May I become bold enough
To push away these waves rough
Cutting through dimensions of unknown
To blend in something impossible

Why does this soul need to be conscious
Does it feed off of these hallucinations
Growing something constantly precious
A spirit of passion, dreams, of animus

Sounds I hear from somewhere
Is it of shores of fresh sand
Waiting to be wet by oceans
Oceans of life with untouched desire

Worn away by the gushing journeys
Still waiting to be molded to something
I sit still facing the winds of change
To become beyond my truth of being