You're tired. The constant search for truth, the search for yourself, the agony of the world and the struggle with an ungrateful fate have devastated you. Your only comfort is sleep. Only in a dream you can find the desired peace and quiet, which you are ready to revel in. You would give anything to hide in the warmth of emptiness and intangible eternal sleep. Only this heady dream gives you hope, blooming in your soul like a fabulous autumn forest. There's nothing to worry about. Here is all you've grieved for. Everything is such as unattainable as it is beautiful. It doesn't matter if what you see is real. What matters is how you feel. If only this feeling lasted as long as possible.
You're tired. The constant search for truth, the search for yourself, the agony of the world and the struggle with an ungrateful fate have devastated you. Your only comfort is sleep. Only in a dream you can find the desired peace and quiet, which you are ready to revel in. You would give anything to hide in the warmth of emptiness and intangible eternal sleep. Only this heady dream gives you hope, blooming in your soul like a fabulous autumn forest. There's nothing to worry about. Here is all you've grieved for. Everything is such as unattainable as it is beautiful. It doesn't matter if what you see is real. What matters is how you feel. If only this feeling lasted as long as possible.
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The Song of Buried Tears
Talsur
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Waiting for Emptiness
Talsur