as feel dust in the wind , and the wind over the sea...a little leaf or feather floating on ground...
life is going slowly nevertheless time not.
a broken reality , breathing , waiting for the lasts peacefully moments... they shall be not more out there leaving out... just picking coins of the treasure...dreaming while i am chained...only patterns , only faces behind grids...rats creeping, people weeping, someone spitting...there is more than eyes can perceive...
a hard weather come through minute by minute.