I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together
I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together,
Each fragment of the soul with which I had the chance to communicate,
Every skin I touched randomly carried by dreams,
All of these have made me who I am, a memento of gains and losses on the way.
I am still in pieces, anchored in the remnants of memories,
I am still that person from years ago, when I lost sight of who I was supposed to be.
I stumble and fall, only to land in the loops of my weaving,
Just to start again, resuming my destiny.
In the reflection of chaos, shards of broken glass reflect a universe,
An ephemeral dance of lights and shadows, a dark magic,
Where every butterfly wingbeat is an echo,
It's me, lost in the labyrinth of memories, seeking a red thread that leads to the ground.
Whispers of the past watch over me, gentle breezes in the deep night,
Every touch was a shattered dream, a hidden tale of melancholy.
In the flow of consciousness, I traverse seas of pain and ecstasy,
I find myself, unraveling and recomposing, in an eternal dance.
I am fragments of shooting stars, scattered across the sky of memories,
Lights pulsating, throbbing with the lost magic of who we were.
There, in the cosmic darkness of my troubled self,
The tapestry of destiny is woven, with threads of desire and wrapped regrets.
Oceans of denials and reconciliations embrace me,
In every fall, I find a new way to rise, to be reborn.
Under constellations of shattered dreams, I rebuild myself,
I am that eternal being, woven with the thread of chaos that shapes me.
In the silence of solitude, I hear echoes of forgotten whispers,
A recital of lost souls, telling ghostly epics.
I reconstruct myself from the remnants of those memories,
I learn from them to fly once more on wings of eternal hopes.
Every scar, a map of my journey,
Every failure, a step forward in the labyrinth of destiny.
I rise from the ashes, a phoenix with wings of shadows and light,
Embracing chaos, becoming whole, in a universe of melancholic magic.
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Dan Enache
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