One man army.

Why in the night sky are the lights turned?
Why is the earth moving around the sun?
floating in the vacuum with no purpose, neither one.
Why in the night sky are the lights turned?

You could walk down the windy path and think that it would somewhat lead you to the rainbow's end. Hoping you could taste the colours of triumph by the end of the journey. That's the thing about the wind. It swirls all around you, caresses your skin, perks up shivers down your spine and consequently to your whole nervous system, allure you into its way, whispers golden visions about what you could be and what not; basically just takes you by surprise until without any warning, it vanishes, in a heartbeat and you're yourself again, crawling back to the start, and you get lost in the depth of it. You start questioning yourself, the world, your loved ones, even the stars. Sinful doubts start to smother you, mincing your head from left to right till there's none of it left for you to believe in. Everything you first started to believe in turned your back on you, betrayed you. What is there left in you? How do you expect to stand firmly on your very own toes when the ground opens up to swallow you? How do you expect to witness a miracle when the deceiving hopes rob you of all your sight?

You stumble, you fall, through the relentless seething dark abyss; making your way into the timeless, frozen vacuum. When there's nothing to hold on and plunge to, you just have to let yourself fall with grace, into infinite nothingness.

"So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you're marching towards. Everyone knows what you're against; show them what you are for."

"To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart." - Rumi

Have you ever had the intense urge to leave your body,
to disperse into tiny particles and let pieces of you be blown by the wind.
That way, you are everywhere,

you are in the air,
in the flowers,
in the trees,
in the air that people breathe in,
in the river,
in the sea,
in between lovers' embrace,
in your mother's delicate touches,
in the lungs of your loved ones,

That way, you get to be with the world, to blend in, as one.
I love tattoos, but even if it wasn't against my religion, I still believe i would not get around to permanently carving them onto my skin, due to the fact that i'm always changing my mind/regretting my decision. I'm not sure about anyone else, but i'm constantly growing, developing, evolving. I'm not even the same person i was 5 minutes ago. It's like, i would spend hours, trying to figure something out, and just when i reach to a conclusion, i start questioning it again - and i'm back to square one. That way, i gain numerous perspectives about a matter that i ponder upon. Sometimes it's a bliss and sometimes, it feels like a huge burden. I believe everything in this world is not set in stone, even the Universe is ever expanding. So i say, by all means, QUESTION everything.