Water

No words can express,
the toiling Heart and the clockwork Mind,
and their attempts at unravelling the world when it stills.

Sighs and quiet times,
Smiles of relief and joy amidst tears,
The hour is nigh for reflections, perfect for all them feels.
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When you look at yourself, your deeds, your values, your morals, late at night with no other voice telling you otherwise, then you see for yourself for who you truly are, every good and every bad. Every flaw, from the microscopic to the gigantic, put on exhibition for your observation and realization.

There is dirt, everywhere.

Walking alone in the darkness, I am lost and seeking my way, searching for Light.
The surrounding darkness imposes no presence, it is merely a background, a natural condition of the world and of the Heart. The inclination we all have toward the bad that makes it so accessible and easy to fall for. In the pool of water that follow, the streaming tears that trickle down, wash and cleanse yourself, be at ease.