When I came from nowhere, I was given a stone to carry. 

But I was not told that it grows exponentially with every unfinished emotions. 

Now it’s too much of a work to move it from gravity, 

it’s motionless, I am motionless. 

With time you learn to get over it and get the height to see the fields of yellow grasses…

now I am doing that only. 

Get me a tornado, make me a engine of infinite efficiency…

I want to take it to the never land, 

I want to take it to the man-made holes…

I want to go when everybody will be busy criticizing my meaningless works, 

I want to go by making people swear to my words.

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Photograph: Magdalena Altnau.