I write to silence the demons that live within me)
Change
In the middle of winter
The branches shelter the path
Make it hallowed
The vast immensity of the white fields
Fill the abyss with the voice of silence
Solitude friend of the soul
This passage in time will soon be vanished
Only to start all over again and again
Life ephemeral rebellious anarchic
Who cares
Now I am only aware of my pen
And this piece of paper
I am myself afresh