POETIC PLAY STUDIO

Passing through the mountains of concerns,
In the dark silent night
As wind ran in one direction,
There was a mystery in the air,
In the core of wilderness,
Encircled by enormous boundaries of hope,
Hidden with green lush randomly,
While some birds yawning peacefully,
I can listen to the stillness,
In the sense of the realm,
Calling for a tale,
In the unknown,
In the emptiness,
I was eternally afraid and passionate about this silence,
Holding up some peace within,
I moved ahead wandering on the fallen leaves,
Passing through the shadows of the moonlight,
I was escaping from myself to reveal myself,
In the dusk with the trees of hope,
I ran, hiked, and stayed for a glimpse of a clue,
A glance of the light,
To be enough,
To be enough,
In the abyss of darkness,
Lost and failing myself I imagined,

We simply desire to run not to arrive anywhere, but to discover that there is no place to reach.