Monotonous copies. Lost in countless repetitions. Kingdom of one. They offer a lesson of avoidance. Without companionship. Princess loneliness.
You are reading a book. Moments you devour pages. In others you hang from a full stop. You do not want it to end. You swim between two banks. Wet floating balancing joy and sorrow. You breathe. You let happiness take over you.
Against blurred images. A glow illuminates. An “I want” is smoldering. Fearless in times and seasons. A faith. Alive in every breath.
Steps to an end bathed in agony. Unknown future threatens. It haunts one now. It's all we have.
Numbers never acquire the value of a moment, of the word you heard or of an image that was etched in your memory. They are all around us ready to show us the way out, an end. Doomed to go out in the next act.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.