Clinging on the Unknown
Clinging on the Unknown

or how to be by yourself, first.

‘You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?’

Habits are what keeps people sane of which 2 are certain in any case: sleeping and waking up. So we structure our lives around our biological needs. Eat, don’t eat, just breathe.

Lately, the need of being alone has increased. Aloneness as a habit/ fact of life. How can we ‘give’ when we are alone? To whom? We become self-absorbed, artists of our own egocentrism. No more objectivity, no more science. Just us as our own center of the universe. And everything goes around.

I ran away from authority only to be yearning for structure anyway. Like a leaf in the sky, I tremble in my own insecurities colored by the night. Darkness scares me because I cannot see in- the future. The light reminds me of the possibilities of the days wasted. I am in between completely. And the world, the same. We run on experiments, perhaps, and what’s a year’s time frame in the infinity of space? Just a little bit of content.
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