all Life forms are connected
all is nothing but biological masses
continually transforming
bounds to the eternal circle of Life
all in time, is food to something else chain
disappearing and rising up again in a different shape – metamorphosing

for me, this awareness is basic existentialism
It puts me at a metaphysical crossroad
directing to both hope, and despair
on the one hand, I’m nothing but a piece of flesh
on the other
even as a piece of flesh, I’m not without worth

I come from silence
a gloomy-dark and heavy abyss of the unspoken
like I’m always without word
like there are no words to describe what I want to understand
as if I’m an alien wondering in galaxies far of my own
an exile
dazzle… overwhelmed… in frighten most of the time

I can only stare
for better or worse, trust only in what I see
my courage is in the steady of a glance
like a Glance is the only thing that I can call my own


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