Oceans of despair come to my mind. Remind me of lost places too far from my consciousness.
From the stars turns his eye and returns, like an accuser, to me. Increases all-pervading void.
Away from eons find the miserable futility of my being Predestined to die on your feet, to cry over wet soil to roam infinite spaces that reality is...
Becomes aware of me magnificence of spatial chaos which adorn some stars in the twilight as far as my eyes can reach.
And beyond, on the other side of my life at the opposite end of me, at odds with my beliefs, my faith, I find no other answer than distance...
Distance that opens more and more the same distance as the dreams are separate from this reality: of sadness and joy.
Our souls, wandering errants fired into sea of doubt. A heart, hypoxic to be found lost in the shadows of this light. Impervious, cosmic rays caressing my face, burning. My face flashed by those photons vacuum coming out of nowhere.
In this whirlwind my eyes wrap, looking at a home that never existed until they only will see the last sunlight...