Suddenly we glide, in the steep slopes of life's valley Gliding with the skateboards given by our failures. to sink into oblivion like forgotten winds. We feel torn A P A R T. like rags used to clean the bodies of dead men. Gliding against rocks of chastity we stumble. injured severely, we resort to surrender our will to depression. Suddenly we begin to listen to the language of flashes here and there. Trace patterns of the future burned in daydreams We begin to understand the need to get up and move on Upwards, towards our goal Against the tides and torrents of our travails.. © Danny El
Words weaved from the tentacles of abysmal thoughts...