I sway on a slender thread of hope in the void above the sea of illusions.

Once, in this sea there was a land filled with bright falsehoods - fatherland, home, friends. Once, I walked upon this land with a firm tread.

Once, perfumed flowers blossomed in this land - love, friendship, trust.
But then, slowly, insidiously, the flood of reality mounted.
The sea of reality flooded the land of illusions.
One after the other, they were drowned.
Only a single one remained.

Bright hope.

For what, I have no idea. I do not trust myself to clothe it in flesh and blood, lest the substance it gains make it sink through gravitation in the sea of lost illusions.

Merely an ethereal hope.

"The Pendulum"

"Everything Will be Alright"