There’s no dissimilarities of this sky…

It’s all same…all making a single strand of infinite voids. 

I have tried to make differences, I have tried to found anomalies, 

but all in vain… 

I guess there’s a purpose for this…

How else can a slum dreams to be the astronauts…how else defeated salesmen try to sell one last quantity before his death. 

All in there…all in that enormous colonies of cream balls and addictive clouds. 

You go there and you find the existence to ruin yourself in creative insanity.