in front of the hell’s gate

because you said it.
so i keep it in mind lightly…

so i listen to it.
feels so close to the hell’s gate.
right in front of it,
i feel no fear.

it has no adequate light,
it is cool but not cold
it is unbright but no dust, no dirt
it is gloom, but i’m calm

there is no sound, no any beings what-so-over
surrounded by unfamiliarities, tranquil and static

how long should i stay here
can i be forever, could not i leave as i like ?

i create an imaginary view through the chants,
i do not remember my previous lives, so i consider those are merely a belief
i do not expect a next life, if repetitive laughters and sadness keep occuring,
so, just here, in front of the hell’s gate is just fine.

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alone

laughable,
they said in the end we’re all alone no matter how the graveyard filled with tombstones.

as for me,
the road i take is a path to the cemetery where all trees are lining together, but all of them seemed solely stand.

so here i am all alone.

no longer afraid of loneliness, just need to be more cautious,
circumstances are getting cold, thick snow might hide some pits,
keeping myself warm, cling onto this so called faith,
move on.

Thanks, i guess.
for making me has no option but being strong.