Sometimes it's easier to look at nothing, as if all this had not happened.
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self.
Why was that so very difficult?
Everything that escapes in our space and stays out, everything, contributes to the emotion and the reflection.
An empty place, no time, with characters molded as statues of flesh and blood in communication with the nothing and the all, where to be or leave to be is the same, -how I’m going to know what I want if I don't even know what I am-.