What will be the Name?

It was like an island, a beautiful island way above clouds and the air there had this smell like it had grass in them, you know the smell that you get when everything around is free of all things. Though air was so thin that I had problems breathing but with every inhale, I could taste it's sweetness. The taste that you sense when you kiss your beloved, such sweet sensations. And I loved it. Air was so clear that I could see peaks of mountains a mile away. Air was as clear as her eyes. I could feel air touching me and smothering me. It was as if she was combing her fingers through my hairs. Even among these highest peaks I could just feel everything I didn't have. All that I had lost had come back to me in an instant. With the view of the most vivid, raw and uncontrollable beauty right in front of me, the only thing that mattered was that I had put myself in grave above the world that no one could see and no epitaph could fil the emotions I was feeling now. This was supposed to be my freedom, it was supposed to my redemption. And yet, it turned out to be my captivity. I am always going to be bound by this beauty and therfore this will be my grave as well. A part of me will always be buried here. Nothing can replace this feeling and now I know that maybe, there is a chance, maybe I can even give something to this place to make it more beautiful. And that is my soul. I know it for a fact. Maybe I can grow a mountain and water it, watch it grow and see all the  scraping and ridges and cliffs and boulders appear on it. Maybe the clouds will write it's name over the sky. And I will be here for end of times. So much more to feel is still left in this place for me to leave. Therefore I will be here with my creation.

Staring games

Some people are least bit concerned about what anyone feels or go through. This pain and suffering they let others endure is but a reflection of what they are going through inside. The hell they are going through inside projects itself to the world around them. Being so alone and dark does not make it that bad if we leave out the fact that it makes it a bit more pronounced, it makes every moment of it thousand times more sensitive. Once you have known those depths it is a slightly more difficult to overcome the depression and out to library of emotions, it makes one numb to any feelings and sensations of elation, it alienates.

"If you stare long enough into abyss, it will stare back at you."
Nietzsche