that is then, the moment that the moon touches the earth. and confusion becomes your existence. and the power of three doesnt matter anymore because all you feel is melancholia. you listen to a granddad saying ‘rise up and walk you are not dead’ and it astonishes you how he just died willingly. reflections, being aware of all your faults. Maya was correct. Bitterness is like cancer. i did eat myself up. and in loving correspondence this should not be the individuals concern. i have burned all clean. I am free from you. very soon.
