Ignoring tears and stench
i'm going to dead place.
It's really hell
but how did I miss this monastery
Here under the ruins are buried thoughts
and killed my favourite morals.
Somewhere under the ashes rest memories
and feelings lost during my wanderings.
in my immediate plans
was to start over.
Forget about old wounds
and how my soul screamed.
But in our reality,
We can start only with clean slate.
Destroying some imperfections
And finally opening the gates to the changed life.
Аnd now I'm back here again
to start everything from this "clean slate".
But it will be difficult to restore what was burnt, that's the trouble.
Again around me they are:
ashes, ruins, stench, memories and annihilating void.
