Exhibiting a burning heart.
Each color of beauty.
The intensity of the hurt in reality!
The lighthouse with directions.
Indicating, everything.
That light cannot be followed,
Nor can it fake to lead.
The noise, hears silence.
Numbness fills the head.
The directionless avalanche
Leaves unbiased traces.
The residue,
That reminds of the world,
That was,
Once, somewhere, somehow.
Fiction or reality,
Meanings are personal.
Words are for many!
Interpretation is unique.
Those lights,
Reminisce hope.
For may be,
Some impact, may see undone.
Just like some stop shining.
May be,
They are the ones, cured.
