Society is plummeting, but society is composed of every and each unique soul who breathes this earth's oxygen. Our spirits... Read More
Society is plummeting, but society is composed of every and each unique soul who breathes this earth's oxygen. Our spirits plummet, steps are ever more slower, spines more bent, eyes blanker. But it's not over yet. So far so good. It's not how you fall that matters, it's how you land. But if instead of looking forward we look above at the azure vault? We could seize the world with one breath e floating like that, no one can catch us. The world is ours.
Going somewhere. Has every road an end for real? Everything resonates when both ears are covered. What is there in the eyes? But it can't be seen, there's no focus. It remains only silence, a groove to cross, traced by the sharp reality that let's the red blood flow. But it's sweet. So sweet.
