I let you take control.

A poem on how we can help others.

What makes me fall,
Stumbled in the space of longing,
Endless and not arrive,
Did not find anything,
fantasy addition,
Sick dream.

Old stuff.

There are selection of music. There are promotions of graduates. There are selections of clothes.

Focused on the horrors and sounds of war.

The truth is hard to take.

It is just a game to you.

Earth’s Hymn.

You slipped away into eternal peace.