There are things I do not like but do not know how to put into words. I guess happiness has made me soft and I need a reason to go to war.


Feelings tranquil like the moon, dwelling on a bed of lake

Challenge me, infuriate me, enflame my passion

Give me a reason to be the fire that I am

Anything is better than this feeling of calmness

Because storms are deep and tranquility never lasts


I fear for my own calmness

It is more dangerous than anything else


The world is an empty shell we call home

The more I go out the emptier I feel

Until I find the depth of my soul

Where words exist


And I am alive

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