Vivre Sa Vie
As the last strokes of my typed letters reach this paper,, we will flow in an uncertain direction among the sunflower seeds. We have questioned and doubted this existences for thousands of years. Every action can be doubted. For what we know it can be an abstraction or a subjective dream. But at least we think - We live. Our mindset is repeating, like a tick tock rhythym. When will this generic motion of ambivalent structure end? I'm sick of these 4 walls. One day we will even our predestination and cure this rigid form of inertia. You breath, you give. The grasping air is a substance without any relation to reality. Maybe you are scared of your reflection. Look away, look forward. It's your life, you choose the door. Our universe will one day emancipate from a set of illusions