During the long sleep of my life, I found myself at the borders of the night. The voices of the world wrapped around me at the end of all dreams. I was amazed when I realised that at the end of the world was a road. Another road. Four paths carved into the mind of the world. Four paths like four mirrors. The way to the future is the way of the past. The roads I have before me are the same roads that took me here. The way to the future is the way of the past.
Time. Time went by while you were trying to catch it. A platitude, isnt it? A depressing story where everyone runs but no-one can escape the void.
Love. When its sun rises it gives meaning to the world. When its sun is shining it gives you strength you didnt think you had. When its sun sets, for some all is left is a long night in which *to* scream alone
Violence. Violence, pillar of the Earth. Mother of mankind. Appealing as the thunder and the lighting of a storm. Frightnening like the sound of bombs. Run, dont turn back, but believe me: violence will always catch up.
The infite. And then the infinite, the void. The blinding lights of a universe that knows no end, no breeze, no whisper. No man screams here, our existence feels like nothing but random smoke from a pipe on endless, empty fields. Drifting away, silently