Comprehension is beyond me, yet acceptance is knowing.
I understand neither.
Blinded I am tormented by time.
Excruciating as it seems I am indelibly marked upon my being... again.
The imprint radiates with heat until its consumed.
Pushed by time... spurred by space, fed by silence.
Within my walls there is no refuge.
There is nothing to console, nothing to comfort.
Just empty space, echoes and memories.
I rise above to see the beautiful damage. It is serene and calm.
Its accepting, it knows, it comprehends.
But It does not understand.
Dear Eila Mahima, How true are your words, 'acceptance is knowing'. Indeed a good work. With Regards Santhosh Vijayakumar
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Santhosh, Thank you for your kind words, feedback is always appreciated! -Eila