Sinking

The south wind blows. 

My mind is quiet. 

How many souls can walk through the fire? 

How many bottoms need I to see the sky? 

None way. 

All paths are light. 

Not every rock shines. 

But with you look inside, the heart of the mountains are one! 

I'm sinking. 

To the deepest parts of myself. 

Going to dive in paradise. 

After all...

We don't need to live once. 

But we should live every second as the last. 

As we are unique.