Стихи
3 августа 2026 г.
V3.1Английский
There must be a path forward among this misery, which I was foretold was myself.
I believe the sky is blue, because I say so.
I believe I am a failure, because life told me so.
I believe I am noone, because others told me so.
I believe I deserve nothing, and should hide, because I have nothing to show to the world.
Hence, I am noone.
Hence, I shall be salvated.
Hence, I shall be glorified.
Where are the birds, when you seek them?
Where is the grasp, when I long for it?
Are these my failure, o God, that I can not go on.
Are these my darknesses, surrounded by shadows?
I want to feel the light, but I can not.
I want to go outside, but I am scared to move on.
Terrified to go what I was...