Each persons happiness is not defined  by external theories and values imposed on him, but from internal struggles fought and won. Truth and honesty are indeed real virtues, but they are very much like the summer sun,  we all wish its' presence, although we can't stand it for long.

I march forward, looking back like a free slave. There is no demon more dangerous than the one disguised as an angel, constantly  following you, watching your every move. A demon so dark that conquered and humiliated the light.  The past and the future both connected by the present, such a short distance between the two and yet it feels so far. A mere step for the mind, a gaping chaos for the lost voice. The only bridge over the gap, a bottomless abyss, lit by such a strange light that makes darkness even more terrifying. Frozen, I stare down at the void, close my eyes and jump...

22/05/2016