indaflow
When is the time when everything is done, everything is right, everything is complete?
I hope never...
Secure. At least. I'm fine living behind armored doors. Nobody can touch me. Nothing to touch for me neither... besides this cold cell walls I trapped my self into.
Mud-crusted faces are surronding me with a deep seductive glare in their eyes, trying to pull me back, to cover me with filthy oblivion...
For a glimpse the universe is unfolding its whole abundance in my perception, just to close up its secrets in the very next moment. Though this insight burns in my heart like an afterimage of bright light on my retina, slowly vanishing to oblivion.
Imagine life as a puzzle. Everytime you find matching parts is the moment when you get a better clue about the bigger picture...
I fall out. Out of my habbits. Out of my point of view. Out of my frame. No longer secure. I fall in my life, I fall in love.
I was driven by the ghosts of a haunting past. Yet, barefooted and naked, walking this highway til the next gateway.