Before the hard face of reality, thought finds its quiet voice in truth. The pen rises alone as a weapon against blind fanaticism. Youth glows in colors bright, yet blind surrender whispers of ruin. Where equality fades and humanity is silenced, the eyes bear witness. In love, life softly blooms in shattered dreams, it aches and speaks from the darkness behind thought, a hidden cry emerges, captured forever on the silent pages ..... " In the reality of thoughts".
