by what is uncertain.
by all that touches more than just my physical senses.
by paths that lead to different states of mind.
always in love
with the potential that is human kind.
a nihilistic piece of art,
a book written by an half-alive writer;
or probably even Sartre.
when the last of what was goes and gets replaced
by the one who is not yet here,
the flow will change
the human will know
the bells will ring
and the all Universe will know,
WE WERE HERE!
walk, walk, walk,
let all that you are from your shoulders slide
and into ground clash.
breathe… knowing that you have lost,
you are lost,
less as you are
full– fool as you might.
Stars! Below, above, on the sides: clouds. Darkness, further behind stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space that lingers, and lingers, and lingers… I remain in the Center. At the same place where you are; Where you sprout, where I sprout, where they became too! I raise my hand. As it vibrates in…
“You know, things are really simple. I mean really, really simple,” I said while facing towards the bartender, “but we try so hard, we strain ourselves so much to complicate things and make our life harder than it is. Do you have any idea why this happens, any idea at all?” He leaned towards me,…