What is it that enjoys the unbearable and loves the unspeakable? When will it all end, when it doesn’t know its own beginnings?
Will the joy ever remember its impending doom in the mountains of the forests, crisp winds, rivers flowing over jagged rocks and shameless flaws dancing. Gathering around the fire of fools, we dance merrily until the end of time. What’s gained and what’s forgotten? Nothing. We breath, we live, we die – and in that span of moments we truly express our beings.
Means nothing to the silent and everything to the deceased. Time. What makes you itch for time? What makes you want more? What makes you believe in the impossible? What moves you to tell the truth, no matter the situation. What drives you to live, instead of just existing?
What keeps you awake at night?
What and Why.