the light shining from behind - and this wall sitting in front
i cant go back, for i will burn my eyes
i cant go forward, for i will run into my own shadow
i feel stuck. i feel itchy. i fell like someone or something is rubbing raw the most sensitive parts of my soul
im not sure there is a lesson here
im not sure i have learned much these recent years
i hate being here right now
if i could i would move - away from earth - is that possible?
is there a place where there is no one else? can you show me such a place?
a hundred swords in my chest
a thousand words from your tongue
a million thoughts descend from unravaged minds
a billion breaths sneak past my lips unnoticed
endless change finds me less solid, less stately than i was last year
these statues have started to rot - decay is the essence of death
find these words one day in the future, and understanding might find you again
