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my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.

By: Ioana Moldovan

Transmuting existential sadness

by Ioana Moldovan

Who was I before I even knew who I was?

Daunting and

Daunting and crippling sounds

Daunting and crippling sounds inside, all over my head,

being catched by

turquoise lullabies.

T R A N S C E N D E N C E

Who was I?

Who was I? was I maybe a . . .

No.

I was not.

T R A N S M U T A T I O N

I, myself, was a transmutation.

Transmuting existential sadness,

Transmuting existential sadness, into old blue colors,

Transmuting existential sadness, into old blue colors, not from the sky,

Transmuting existential sadness, into old blue colors, not from the sky, but from deep inside my mind.

-transmutation-

What have I done?

What have I done? But how could I not?

Perfection.

Perfection. Pure bliss.

Perfection. Pure bliss. Ethereal.

Perfection. Pure bliss. Ethereal. Errorless.

Sadness is a fine line between

Sadness is a fine line between the broken heavy sky

Sadness is a fine line between the broken heavy sky and the ecstasy of the truths,

Sadness is a fine line between the broken heavy sky and the ecstasy of the truths, behind these equitable lines.

In the end,

In the end, they all come around

In the end, they all come around and forcefully collide.

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