the cold, the dark, the silent night.

What a lonely night.

Its silence but only on the outside. You wonder if anyone is listening.
When silence is this high, darkness is thick and sounds of evil are loud.

I sometimes want to go. leave. disappear. but I stay.
Now, I often wonder, how much one can take? Or perhaps the more we take, the more we learn to carry.

Its a dark night. but I don't care.

What is the meaning of becoming one, I often ask myself.
How much more can one give? Who sets the expectations? and what exactly happens when they are not met. I also often ask myself.

Sometimes words are not enough. Sometimes there can be no words.
but choking is never the answer. NEVER!

I am. I am. I am. the greatest, the highest, the strongest. And I will always be.

Peace.