From the land my father walked and my mother fills with love back to the space of wires and screens. Feel strangled...like a forgotten child in a trunk.

question

there are no two things.
all is one.
addition is futile;
division leads only to fractions.
if you can't feel
what is happening to the others
wonder
if you are a
cancerous tissue
on the skin of a
single cell

again

wisdom:
cocoon of the weak
till they turn lunatic

kiss

simplicity rests on the peak of creativity. plus it leaves space for imagination

vakit

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