The Sound of Silence

Communication is tiring 
Dissecting myself to be understood
On things that matters no one
I much prefer to be silent
To be left alone
In the quiet
The sound of my own breathing
Is reassuring
While the nature orchestrating
Its sensational masterpiece

Light and Shadow in Reverse



Is it sad to be almost perfect?
Perfection loses its charm when there is no room for growth.


Is it a failure for being almost famous?
Fame corrupts the longevity of any sustainable success.

Is it shameful to be weak?
Weaknesses force us to come face to face with our Creator.