I constantly reminisce about those times when we danced in water
or gazed at the ocean with the most meditated mind
It's changing: the form. from live to dead
From closeness to nothing
Then the anomaly appears when I least expect it
So I step into the forest of intertwined fate
And walk down the passage into eternal damnation
I look back and confirm that there's no one behind, that i'd be the last.
the rootless generation
lost everywhere and every time in transition
the everlasting "i don't belong"
and the non-existing conformity
individual anarchists, and collectivist dictators
come and save, not theirs, but my world
the road of manjusaka leads
to the door of heaven
but the only way to get there
is to immerse yourself in pain
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clowverk. photography. vanity. sin. fashion. music. style. black and white. colorless. pointless.