Kathome edo sto andro tis akolasias mou ke agnantevo to keno, osa perasane mesa stin rapsodia mias stigmis, mias mikris zois.
Somehow words are never enough,
somehow the meaning gets lost in translation.
Anyone can read words,
the difficult part is reading the silence.
Most people are afraid of the dark,
so few seek its guidance,
so few find its wisdom.
The dark is the unseen,
the silence the unspoken.
The beauty of seeying what your eyes can't see.
To perceive what all your sences fail to.