the forming of art was the beginning of desintegration. finally there was a way of escaping. and we’re near the mountain top of the biggest fear in our life. even with open eyes all there is to gain is discomfort. my life feels like chasing the idols that i have never met and actually know nothing about. sleeping lions are the hardest to wake and let me tell you: we’re lions, too! i declare the age of apathy. my heart, my home, my love. all worth nothing. there’s always loneliness in some corner of our heart. and while we wash each others hands, we’re washed down the drain. is it really that stupid to not fear death?
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