Sometimes ego barricades our emotions till we find ourselves walking on staggering paths where souls lay desolate.
Where love can cascade and leave us with an artificial portrait of ourselves.

Souls may sail where light never flickers.
A place of abyss darkness.
Where a breath gives birth to an omen.
Where one turns into an illiterate, incapable of reading the true love proverbs.
That’s the soul’s apocalyptic age resides