There is a fear
so old
so distant.
It hits the wall
and it hits again and again
with arguments and narratives.
Everyone atleast once has felt the detachment of awareness,
when everything is weightless,
a feather,
a dying night.
What we are hiding?
what is there to protect a barrenness inside?
A union,
it’s not iconic
a silent one where we know we end in time…
everything ends in time
what remains only are the moments when we became unaware.
So you see, every dots that connect are not what we perceive.
It’s happening
all the time,
right at this moment
when i am scratching my balls and living for a little more action.
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Photograph: Josh Rose
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