At the awakening, I set my thoroughly exhausted body toward the direction I plan to walk. A quiet ideology is now merely a container, and i fill it up with ephemeralness. I connect an exchange of meanings ro an unstable expression. We walk through the same abyss. The place we return to is the experienced 0 and 1.
An external pain my body feels lifts my internal imagination to the top. Departuew has been ripped up by the only abstract word to an outward life. A difference and an impulse.
Movement I lose is for the formation. The word of darkness goes back to a dream. The end of an exclusion points to the bottom. The originality to part without asking for consent. A proper function broadly displayed. The visible times equals everything. The perfection and passion sraped the outline. This poetic song is a hope for a change.