Portrait

Threshold

Black and white cage the roles; color blooms as the self. True existence lies in the struggle between them, where the individual wrestles with the longing for freedom and the search for identity.

The ancient altar breathes, reviving the forgotten miracles.

Time hangs low, bending within the heartbeat of eternity.

Whispers surge in the dark, answering the call of the living.

Bone wings unfurl, and through a rift deep in the night, a faint light gleams.

The one fallen hue quietly foretells a rebirth—silent and unending.

The Void

In life’s uncertain, shifting line, I walk between the dark and shine. I face my flaws, yet seek the whole, A hollow space within the soul.

Through silence deep, I drift, I yearn, For who I am, I still return.