What is this feeling indescribable?
Fresh like the early morning sun,
Peaceful like the setting.

Yet it has no sense of time.
It never started, because it was always present.
It does not seem to finish, even after the end has past.

Does it take pity on those is ensnares?
Does it fulfil itself to whom it is bounded to?
Or does it exist just for the sake of bringing painful longing.

The day and night disappears.
There is no more hour or second.
The mind is subdued by it, like a prisoner forever locked in a cage.

Does it ever release?
spoke at : 7:45:00 PM