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
A peek at the disaster 