That
inter galactic travel like never ending deafening silence. That feeling of
falling into the wormhole, where every second passes as years. That
continuously struggling old weak shadow fighting with you, for you, with wrinkles and
sweat on forehead. Such self less perseverance keeps alive that last spark in
the ashes. Like that last left droplet of water. Like that innocent smile with
no intentions.
Only that
difficult to describe state of mind. That calm mind consoling the pounding
heart. Only that most expensive debt you pay called time. Those never coming
back could be moments. That long wait. Only that long wait...
Gathering
all the power for the last fight with inner-self. Let the Phoenix rise.
