While fame hinders and constrains the soul, obscurity envelops a person like a mysterious mist
While fame hinders and constrains the soul, obscurity envelops a person like a mysterious mist,
Obscurity is dark, vast, and free, allowing the mind to follow its path unimpeded by the world,
Over the obscure person flows a merciful infusion of soothing and profound darkness,
No one knows where he goes or where he comes from, for he travels in the shadow of the eternal unknown.
He can seek the truth and speak it without fear, for he alone is truly free from all,
He alone is sincere, he alone is at peace with himself and the world, in this absolute silence,
He is not in competition, he never desired the fame or money that bring turmoil to the soul,
He only wanted to put words on paper as he felt them in the depths of his secret soul.
And he had to lay down the words, otherwise, he would be overwhelmed by something worse than death itself,
An inner roar demanding expression, a storm that had to be released in secret and profound verses,
In obscurity, he finds the freedom to create without limits, to dream without constraints, to truly feel,
Where silence and darkness intertwine in harmony, he finds the true peace of the soul.
In this blessed mist, he loses and finds himself, a traveler of the desired and loved infinite,
Obscurity becomes a realm of possibilities, where his soul can fly unafraid and free,
And words flow like a river of light in the darkness, drawing maps of his heart full of desires,
And in this sublime solitude, he is truly free to be who he is, without being judged.
Each letter becomes a note in the silent symphony of his deep and mysterious thoughts,
Each word is an echo of a heartbeat, a reflection of his soul in the mirror of time,
Obscurity embraces him like a protective cloak, offering him the space he needs to create,
In the shadow of silence, he finds his true voice, and the world becomes the canvas on which he paints his dreams.
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Dan Enache
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