As a person you are determined for one angle. Opposite the fly, you remain limited in your one(-way) view, from where you shall start all your journeys, digest all your visions, witness all your beliefs blossoming, forget all your miscarriages.
I intent to leave my cotton – peal off my masks, as skin after an accident of fire; a flower around fall. I call for honesty among grey-scales and appreciation of the silence that separates one thought from another. I long for an erase of classifications – an embrace of the unspoken.
I wish for the calm of transparency, to observe what has already been forgotten when i will reach my point.