the frustration of being stuck
in this cube
within this sphere
is getting harder to bare
as the sphere expands
(or as the reflections of the sphere grow wider)
and the cube remais the same

i try to imagine what would be like to jump off it
to succumb the free fall
the trust fall
and i wonder which nothing is worse
the personal absence of moviment in a life full environment
or the complete and absolute darkness
i think i might never come to an answer

the most difficult part must not be the pain in which you’ll inflict upon yourself
(in that might even have a sort of beauty to it, the flowing life)
but the million converging waves left behind

what could be dominates what it is or what it should be
and i take a step back from the edge
calmly

between all this dust

i can’t see it clearly

i can’t see what i’m doing and i can’t see where i’m going

my eyes tear up

they’re not happy or sad tears

the water just tries to clean the overwhelmess of dust i find laying around my path