Dark matter_ Chocolat

The darkness of a dream , a fantasy twists my mind - I cannot find - the exit point - it feels like tremors down my spine - the ripples vast from the night before - all so innocent the ties of rope, 3 from the devil, forver by me - I lie a world filled with hate and lust - I imagine a world arrogantly demanding and magically haunting a dark matter void of emptiness for it is useless the emotions i feel  it is ugly the mess I am in -
where do the stairs, the lamps, the words come from ? - where does the force, the irresponsibility, the fear wake from , where does the innocence, the beauty, the happiness die from, where does the madness,, the unexplainable, the darkness relate to?  -



i find myself losing the balance of all eternity - and stepping into the hell zone again, regret, remorse, anguish of by directional ill reasoning - I am lost - I am angry _ I aam afraid - i am alone only because i have chosen to - only becasue the curtains where closed and irefused to get up to fling them open and leave light of life enter , only because I cannot see divinity, resolution, heaven,....... heaven??

I am in one place and it is in another
i should be alive only to think of heaven
the entry points
to
I am to feel this life is a choclatier of spirals of delicious conquest
taste of pure bliss
elegance of time

ELEGANCE

I am not elegant

I am an expired woman

expired from elegance

Elegance

the true entity of blissful time

she wavers her dress in the wind north due

amongst peoples mistakes she will never wrong pursue

she sings from the window at sunrise the dawn explicit to her -

 the colours drawing her new day -

mango, papaye , tea, cardamon, orange, jam, strawberry parade

of sweetness she overcomes the night by the light in her heart

she is elegant because her eyes are apart

her soul is bound with the suns explanation of rays -

 she understands the meaning of life -

her making is to make up beauty true from within -

she does not hate anything -

she is not in hate with any1 -

 for when you cannot forgive they have power over you -

the sensations of destruct is inside you not them -

when you cannot live - they have killed you  - 

 she is elegant by her stance her miracle of reading quran for every word -

every dream comes from here -

not from dirty open mess - not from the morning dark matter of disgust -

 not from the sanctions of  failure-

 she is elegant by her withdrawal strength from the strength of her resistance

people cannot resist her -

not the other way around -

she cannot resist anything..................