Mind Haven

"Between tranquility & torment, I luster."

[m1ndh4v3n]

Desapareciste, como el viento entre mis brazos, sin despedirte, cogida de la mano de la muerte, te fuiste. Pero no te escaparas, no. Permaneceras conmigo siempre, en mis latidos y en cada suspiro, porque cuando el amor es de verdad, se incrusta en el tejido, y se siente donde solo tu supiste llegar; en mi alma.

[m1ndh4v3n]

Con su sonrisa de miel, me endulzaba los labios. Era inevitable no mostrar cuanto me hipnotizaba. Sus ojos de ónice brillaban, un incendio en la oscuridad. Me perdia en ellos, como un niño en el jardín del Edén. Tenia la piel de un color bronce, igual a las estatuas Griegas de los Dioses. Su esencia fluía, como olas después de una tempestad. Euforia, serenidad; me provoca tanto esta sirena del mar.

[m1ndh4v3n]

[m1ndh4v3n]

You have survived this world and all of its cruelty. When rage has erupted within, you have not allowed it devour you whole. Yet, you believe this strength to be your greatest weakness. You see your scars as marks of shame, fragility. You believe being incapable of happiness because how could you be after all the pain... You fail to see; even through all the suffering you have endured, you still maintain a gentle heart.

[m1ndh4v3n]

We hold onto pain, not because we want to, but for survival. In some masochistic way, the pain brings us comfort. When it begins to fade, we go desparingly in pursuit, stumbling into the dark. Returning to the source that caused it; much like an open wound we can't help but touch. It emanates from deep within us, growing like a black garden with every beat of our hearts; further weaving itself into a crippled awareness of reality. Its presence surrounds us, tugging each thread of contemplation and self-mutilating thought; and even though its touch is cold, after the blood and tears are shed; there in our misery emerges the illusion of a warm embrace. You see, the pain has become all we know because pain is whats always there; and for some, it is all thats left.