Blind Memories

Thought I was blind to see all the darkness plain beauty but there's still a flashing light of glory within. So I will be directed to the One.

Seeing and believing what I have seen is a a strange experiences as much as the light absorbed through my eyes.
But why.... why I have to face them all and still my ignorance conquer the feelings inside me.
Bounded by a so called love while I have none?
I have none to give. Not a single breath.
Why I have to love when I have none?

None of them slips and not all of them saved.

A memory has no longer loaded with the sense of beauty.
A memory has no longer loaded with a sense of beauty.
And the memory has no longer remain a sense of beauty.

There is a beauty of the soul that sees through it all. Remained within a beautiful heart. Live and life live with it.