words create worlds
Of course I wish I could have stayed more days. These were the most needed days in a long time. And no, it has nothing to do with the new virus. If it exists, it has a meaning, a purpose. Maybe there was a meaning behind the number 2 I had to bear with surprise.
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
immerse transpose reverse change the season the vision the reason change your bower in the tower empower yourself from within discolor illusions regain your soul unchain your brain drain the concepts blain slain lies absurd fights stories about good knights stop waiting in vain for your train master remaster meta-master your life today. Maybe I
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
To tear existence To smash it To wrest it from still opaque infinity. Dreams of the end at the beginning of our life imprinted by a singular purpose: To break existence into bits of eternity. You told me to tear away from myself, from aging roots and clustered fears encrypted pains walled in my spirit.
Worlds of Words 