And we can dance our dance through the walls of impenetration,
we stand still amongst the circles - the natural, spherical entities,
we breathe it, we eat it,
constrained in our fleshy prisms,
we construct finite constructs,
we squeeze them, force them, bend them,
distort and deconstruct our designs into flawed infinities.
we're naturally aligned to the subnatural.
we crawl, with a horizon that blinds us and a light that binds us.
the only certainty is disconsciousness.
Immortality is our simple choice of not dying.
Oh, and I miss you.
Je veux qu'elle m'aime!!
Least to my only consciousness. To the eternity as it passes you and I. And mostly to the passing of dear friends. Cheers.
Release me! As this song suggests.
PS: sorry for using the org as an emotional notepad. :(
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