Dear Fear.

- Oh sweet fear that in a close relation with me you old thrive and your soul heal.

- I live in fear, scared, frightened, that I might soon disappear. 

- I let you fill your close absence, and instead of kindness,

 with sorrow thy soul fill.

- That foolish thoughts may thee confuse,

  a life without fear thy a life you sear.

- Lonely lord  of heavenly aura, 

show this fool who awaits him. 

Make him see thy terror, 

and his rusting soul finally vanish. 

- Oh, you little wary, unforgiven miserable being. 

Are you really understanding how lonely your future showings.

Will the seraphim let join you, and their misery uphold? 

Let me know then twisted angel whom you fear the most now.

y- I will fear no illusions, only real are the ones to fear. 

From my realm you disappear, 

and thy form erase from here!

While we go...

In the abysmal night, my head rests tranquil.

On a pillow made of soft  silk.

In the peaceful realm, I realise my body numb.

In a sad silent scream, I see myself blacked out,

No light in the eyes, no breath in my lungs.

In painful sobbing without thinking, I rush against the lifeless body.

I bounce on it. I'm cursed in my new form. There's no way back.

In this ethereal being, I, myself reside.

No one sees me though, I see them.

Lonely, solitary, dreaming.

But at the hidden window of our lives,

We all quietly watch...

Begging

~An encounter with myself~

Suddenly I found me facing myself.

-May be a mirror standing there-

There was was no mirror, neither person, 

just my figure standing there,

Starting into my eyes,

As a crow to that shiny glass.

And with blinded eye he looked aside, 

pointing to a single, simple piece of wood.

Far into those dark realms.

Scared as never before, 

I walked through a hall

And that mere piece of wood I found.

Something carved into it I saw,

Is that a poem? -I weakly thought-

-Where am I? And who did this?

-You are in your mind my friend- a soft voice said.

-Who are you?- I nervously asked.

-We have met before don't you remember?

... and there I was, taking to my image inside my own mind.

What a bleak obscure place a human mind can be...

A piece of writing

This is just, as described in the title, a random blog featuring contents that I may consider to add.
Some books, original writing, calligraphy, writing instruments. Who knows?