the ethereal substance
the coming of age
the fading nature of it, swift and lethal
the wrong method was a conduit to despair
the aching cloth, worn out, defused but somehow still beating
dreamy, dreamy, and surreal
homosapians have made it so masses and masses are submerged by and within the chains of normality. that is the only way they could have survived till now. any kind of bond would suffer of the same calamity. all it takes is one to submit to their societal surrounding.
there must be an exception to the rule of majority. this unique domain diagnosed by the other as unclean, would have existed anyway since in truth randomness is also a sign of universality. another quality of the human condition. however these corners and dark alleys are filled by the scum of the earth. yet there is a small silver lining that a dream could have been born, of a destructive nature of course, controlled in a way by the agency of the self, peculiar details would be a condition for this experience to transcend any thing that has seen the light. Alien in form, and insane to some extent, but surely of a great momentum leading to an otherworldly departure towards the realms of oblivion.
An open gate, and as we walk together, hand in hand with asphyxiation, we enter the kingdom of the void
everlasting
a dream come true
FadingEther 