No sense living like this. Breathing, sweating, winking, waiting for the obvious...
The only way out is dreaming, going under a world we can not see.
Being guided by a compass that send us to an unknown corner.
Forcing us to be quiet, standing still...
Starring the infinite and seeking a point of reference.
But what reference?!!
Perhaps a will of success, a hope of happiness or just a moment of piece of mind??
Everything white...no wrinkles, no crack,
Just waves of sound, whispering in the vacuum of our meaningless reality.
Mirelle
