Time trickles away. Slow hours flow between the stones of my thoughts. In a changing maze, I seek for sparks, for another day for another night.
You see? Perhaps nothing remains.
I would live a little, truly. We’ve played out everything long before the end. I’ve even tried what can’t be played. – that’s what’s missing.
Like an angel on the edge of light, do you remember? I don’t seek in the first dream, though they’re all the same, and you’re in each. Every day, the world I seek expands, and every day, my faith wanes. And as I tire, the limits of nothingness expand around me, and the cage closes in.
This is it, on the other side of the bars, beyond hope, only the beast remains, bound and suppressed by instincts.
How many damn, beautiful, distant stars, and how the cold distance beautifies them. And me, a butterfly, burning, struggling in the light.
just in my dreams…