1:25 dividing the fog, i wander through the ashes of memory. the air bends, and every stone remembers a name.

something stirs beneath the ice, a voice older than the mountains echoes beneath the frost, a hymn without words, a melody that resonates through the marrow of the earth.

stars fall like the dust of prayer, there is warmth within. trembling, formless, waiting.

2:13 its birth is invisible to the eye. the sky speaks not, but as if it heard, it stops. the wind holds its breath.

in the silence where time is swallowed, a nameless being bound by blood and snow, slowly ascends, drawn by the weight of the soul.

i'm laying in bed with the nervous system of someone who is going to war.

we may not be in a war but we have the mentality of it and who knows, maybe we WILL be in it soon.

imagine what they did to us that we're manifesting a fucking war so they can all die, or luckily us too.

1:39 i’m calling, and i’m calling, but not no one is standing at the river bank calling out my name. and i can feel the soil and silt, i’m calling and i’m calling like no one ever did.

and i can feel my influence spreading out around me and living on my guilt. and i can feel how real it is saying, “we don’t know anything”.

everytime i finally get close to explaining it, i realise i don't even feel that way anymore.

it doesn't matter what it would cost, the matter is to feel. rather alive or dead. just to feel something.

i never tried to fully explain how i feel since i knew i'd get executed for it or sent to a mental hospital because of it.

it may make me look insane, but unfortunately or not, this is what i am.

i tried to escape from it, but i failed. too many times actually. it's like a never ending cycle of existential crisis.

"Are you okay?"
no I want to leave this country and start a new life.