Sophisticated being

My fingers try to figure out

What my mind conveys.

A singular mind hides the complexity of thoughts,

And mine can’t hold it anymore.

(Nobody can understand it.)

Loneliness is not ready

To become solitude.

Many say,

"Life is ephemeral,"

But its duration

Feels like an eternity.

No time to drag...

An empty valley of my void

Seeks salvation.

In the midst of the darkest night,

I want to wake my soul from my flesh silently...

And die, die, die...

The last whisper my ears capture is:

"Love is freed to free."