When you look up to the sky with your sensitive, blinking eyes. The clouds look back at you with their ever-folding lies.
These aren’t experiences, only undeveloped ideas. Crumbling structures, broken by the force of a thousand years.
And in these times, we say not no. For in these times all must let go. Before the beginning there was not bliss, but in the end there was only this.
He who is I, is nothing less than you. For I am just a human with nothing else to do.