In the end, we were only a handful of people to celebrate our existence; and we had forgotten all the languages we've known.
"Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most."
"...these moments start with feeling fed up. The weeks passed on slowly, with a ball of stress piling up in the stomach. And then, when you least expect it and there's no one else, you take the pen with boredom or hit the chord on the old guitar hanging in the corner and it all begins... You can't believe all that's been spilt around when you sober up. They are still shining and moving right in front of you as if their heart was beating. Your opacity, on the other hand, is still at 33%. And you wish you never returned, and they kept spilling."
Mother nature and I moved into a new planet. We traveled a few light-years and scattered all we had.
"They rely on the memory of their index finger and don't know any other shorter way to take pictures than walking. They turned on their camera and checked the exposure. ISO: 30 billion light-years. Their mind opened and the focus was at infinity."
"Action and consciousness aren't in harmony. Action wants to pick the unripe fruit from the tree whereas consciousness leaves them there to ripen for so long that they fall off and get stomped on."
There are more things to be discovered