What if moving on means falling off a cliff?
Light bleeding darkness // Darkness bleeding light
Even if you condensed all that I am into a space not larger than an eye of a needle – I would still not be as small as you need me to be.
Once you have been devastated, your currency is deemed valueless.
The fate of countries, and people.
In our beautiful world.
With philosophy, as with art, middle ground is always the most bare.
The heartbreak & joy of elegantly fighting a losing battle in an inelegantly rigged fight.
running like clockwork,
never a glitch or
a furrowed brow,
only absolute submission to
filling all gaps in time
and secondary space,
overseen by entities
reporting to multitudes
inhabited by parasites,
while breathing in
exhaling pure mindless
of hot air.