Walls That Cuts The Sky.
I'm starting to get more emotional by the minute. It feels as if the world is collapsing, but not my world. Everyone is under ruins, and I'm standing in a one meter square room, with walls that covers the horizon, and cuts the sky. I never really understood why humans are so afraid of being alone, now it's clear to me that the fear of being alone does not mean the lack of human relationships, but rather the fear of being around nothing but ourselves. And it doesn't matter whether you live among people, animals, or even trees. you don’t need communication to live, you need to see life, feel it, hear it all around you, just to believe you are there, you are alive, this is reality.
What is a man in a one meter square room with walls that cut the sky?
nothing,,,
he'll resist the temptation to get lost in his mind for a few days, perhaps few weeks or months, yet he will let his guards down in one moment, and he will be nowhere to be found.
In that place, reality in no longer reality, and dreams don’t exist. It's just one ambiguous state where fantasies are in control, and nightmares a natural state of reality. In this mist, time will be your friend, and your foe. Time is no longer a countable intangible. But time, is the only thing that remains from the original world, the genuine world.
What is a man in a one meter square room with walls that cut the sky?
nothing,,,
he'll resist the temptation to get lost in his mind for a few days, perhaps few weeks or months, yet he will let his guards down in one moment, and he will be nowhere to be found.
In that place, reality in no longer reality, and dreams don’t exist. It's just one ambiguous state where fantasies are in control, and nightmares a natural state of reality. In this mist, time will be your friend, and your foe. Time is no longer a countable intangible. But time, is the only thing that remains from the original world, the genuine world.
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