Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
We took some thread with short pale fingers
And we cross-stitched the moon to place...
I hate this place,
And all the faces I see...
How can you say that you are high?
as if others are on earth and you're their sky...
- Hello, this is your life speaking.
I was just wondering, why...
Down on your knees
hands on your head...
Someday you'll find
This note all aligned...
Between life and death
exist a fog of souls...
Connections that emanate from the Lotus flower...
M. Moran...
I don't know what to think
I am confused I am lost...
Of the kinds of justice there may be two
The vigilantes avoid the process due...
We're swirling,
through the open landscapes in the universe...