You can write.
You know to yourself that you have to write.
You and your soul are bugging you all the time to write.
Now things are getting blur.
Wondering what to see and what to believe.
Sometimes you can just cover your ears to avoid a strong feeling in the head.
But if covering it would be fine, things will be vast.
Now you ask yourself again.
What to choose?
The freedom or the ignorance.
Embracing the fresh or sticking to the dust.
But still no response.
Now ask yourself again.
What is happening in the world?
In the world where ignorance is free and intellectual power is limited,
all you need is black.
