To the frame on the wall:

...that remains empty to this day.

I can almost feel it. However, as things almost always go, it slips away just before I can grasp it in its entirety.

I want to be suspended in that dreamlike existence, where everything happens just like that and everything goes away just as fast. Where nothing and everything happens all at the same time. That place where reason doesn't exist and being is the only thing that matters.

Being there. Being yourself.

But you really wouldn't know anything about that, would you? You're an empty shell waiting for something to fill you up, something that would make you whole. Unfortunately, that is never going to happen. Either you're whole on your own or you'll always be empty. Hollow.

Unlike you, I am whole. At least I think I am... And in my wholeness, I want to be suspended in that dreamlike state. I want to stay in the carnival until dawn and I want to run away with the circus when the sun comes up.

I would propose a fantastic plan on how I would achieve what I want, but honestly, I really don't know where to start.

...Perhaps this is the beginning. Right now.

Right now, everything is going to happen just like that. And right now, everything is just going to go. Right now, nothing is going to happen, but at the same time everything is. Right now, reason doesn't exist.

I'm just here, being me.


As Always,
D.