The world is changed from last week.. Twisted inwards towards the outward and directions will come.. those who have left, are those who are right… time… is twisting like a vortex all is inside, as out.. nervendings naked to the touch.. pain, though meant as pleasure… tears… tears me up as they roll down towards inbound of outcome… I am.. the one who fell… well… the wind caresses me

As I am threwn out in the night of dark and stars, as I find… no refuge… no rest.. no thing… that ever sets… a footprint as deep in me as the past then… then all is gone, and I feel the feeling felt.. the urge.. the speed… all twisting… the spinning head… I was.. the one.. fled … Urge.. return.. I am fire.. I burn.. flame flickering, light.. I am light..  I hover above… above

above you, above… there is a love like a bird.. the dove.. peace.. tranquility… equality… lust… must… try to focus on the ground below, as I fall even faster… faster.. the ground.. I grind my teeth… tounge… speach.. ground I cry… dry like a newly born… I am… nothing more.. merely a child… being born into this hard harsh world.. every day… born again