These days I just feel very strange and tired, much more strange and tired than before. So I wrote this poem:

"Beneath The Sufferance"

In the vast glare of emptiness I sought the profound thoughts of eternity
Eternity, a river that glows and the sun that was never there…


Illusions of wisdom and strength…
A road to perdition, which denies the essence of I, in “I” itself,

The contemplation of death and birth…
The tragedy that was meant to be…
I in solitude and…

And the “I”, that Vanishes…