How We Cry~ Until The End of Time 

...I could write until the end of Time. How we cry and cry...

I just love straight Lines in Chaos. My desk is one also, I draw some here , perfectly simple. Most of the Time, it really is just Yes or No; One or Zero. Is that reality we adore so much; it fills us? I'm not so sure about that. That reality makes me empty. There, I'm Nobody. I'm Zero. "Remember, remember..." and all that stuff...

I absorb Energy and transform it on the way out. That is maybe only touch I want to have with that mass-created reality... Because I know what Impulse is capable of; it makes You alive. One blink of an Eye can transform Your perception and it actually can happen even faster we perceive or breathe in. Is that so unimaginable that we are Beings who can live forever, just if we try a little harder?

Are You sure You can walk this Line? I'm not.
What would You say to someone hanging on the cliff, or on the edge of the building? That everything is going to be OK? Not really...
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​When something dies, something is born. None can stop that. And we still blossom in the Dark and rarely someone is willing to turn on the Light. We walk in Fear and we imitate to survive... We obey in every aspect. We play other's games and we Love it... I understand that I could find some piece of Peace somewhere, but I really already tried... It haunts me... Same patterns, same disorders, just like we are with disorder to see, feel, hear, smell, taste the Air... Or the ground... We're so amused being off our Beloved; being in Center- no matter who gets hurt... And we cry and cry, until the end of Time...