Starts from nothing like everything, without glorious entries, without notice, without you knowing what is currently happening, until some time passes and you realize, you're left blank, empty, you think, you collapse and you re-think, analyze, repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat, you take apart all, you take what you need, you cling to it,
you get up and try to look for a solution, you hide it, you forget, you remember again, repeat and repeat and you get tired, you despair
you scream, you cry, you go crazy, you look back and you untie, you break, you hit, you strike, frustrates you, forget it.

Today yes, not tomorrow, perhaps, or perhaps not, you decide, you act and suddenly loses it's meaning, you start raving, you question, you doubt, one day you wake up and the other also, you promise and not fulfill, still there and don't know why, time passes, you lie down, you sit, you watch and think, you do something crazy and you don't longer know what more can happen, again you're left blank, everything pauses and suddenly they touch and they transform into something that doesn't exist in other minds, it's undecided and decided at once, you observe more and more, you realize about more things, you see that stupid, it makes you laugh, you think that you exaggerate, what a nonsense, you go back to the rails and you pull the rope.

It burns, it burns, and doesn't go out, how can you turn off such a thing?, there are solutions, you choose one and you don't do it, you keep crawling, you don't even walk anymore but you are still on the edge of the artery, it fills you, it overflows you, you get scared, you calm down and smile and the more you try to go back in, you guess right, so just embrace that idea and forget to return to be the one you were once if you ever been something more than that, they are playing with you and you have been warned, but what could you do? let them win? you believe that there is a reward and there isn't and you mix it again and you collapse, you look at that side and then the other, it happens today, tomorrow will not, then, is this madness or a road?, why are you doing that? and for what? stop doing it, stop, why are you ignoring?, why are you afraid of listening?, what are you saying?, you don't know what you are saying anymore, it doesn't even make sense, wait, it makes sense, why would not have it?, you can still use them.

Now you are ashamed, because you think you no longer need them, but then, why do yo keep saving them?, they are going to throw you into the sea and you don't even know how to swim, you wasted all that to learn, this was not what there was here before and this either,
but it could be the same and would not serve neither here nor you, you are in there and you move it as if it wasn't you, trapped in there
so why don't you break the shell?, perhaps you can leave through those cracks, and touch the unconsciousness that is torturing you,
they think they know what they say and they speak with their hands, based on the movement which when time passes they will smell.

Immeasurable is, what you see and what you stop wanting, why do you worked for it? if you have taken up where they left this or that,
pass the torch like splintered wood, it will affect you too, you see the trash but you also touch it and loses the sense that had, because of the hours, if it's a concept, why has no physical form?, for you to assign and for another to take it, you are so empty of vacuum, that already bored you, why have you come? and where does it come from?, is it real and has visited you? or did you let it in? look what you're doing with everything, you are spoiling it, to re-stretch the tablecloth, knock it off, another day will be the same, it's admirable, to push the air, there is something there, that is what is pulling you now and it's not even logical, how can you explain?, with words that doesn't exist ?, comes from nothing like the other, like everything, comes from a word or comes from, that, another word.

If you haven't done it, it's because something advances, even if it's the same hole, the water rises, even if it's pale, but rises. You're going to rot, while they dance, so why do you keep looking?, maybe they make you watch, or maybe you think they make you watch. How can this hurt, if it's not physical?, if it touches the surface, other things can, if other things can, also physical can be nothing, if it's nothing, you're everything, absorbe, recycle it, create something new, and then spit it to that stream of movements, to that amalgam of roots, that only lead drops to something that does not deserve it.

If it's getting narrower and shorter, it's because they have escaped to another moment and they will not come back, you've seen it running, stoping, feeling and you can't see it anymore, because you aren't aware, forget it, because it doesn't exist here, they have no idea and never will have.

And ends up being a whole, like few things, with all pride, spreading like a disease and you are not aware....

that I covered thy soul in darkness, with the shades of the moon.