Part 2 | My Own Creation
Eons
We are drowning in the soup of time. Our attraction is drawing us closer. Our seasons are spinning the universe into a web of light. What is this magnetism? What is this mysterious solitude? How have we lost control in the ocean of time? The waves are rising, and we can't keep our heads above water. Let us drown in this tempestuous bliss. Let us say our goodbyes and blow our kisses to the universe. In this night eternal we will find our truth. When day breaks, light cracks our eyes open wide. Let the light pour in while we sail our ship to seas beyond, to a darkness we cannot comprehend. Our eternities will always cross on the path to heaven. I will not forget you in the wasteland. We will share the darkness when we are far apart. Our song has no end… Tell me is it dark or is it night— I can't see the sky bright. I'm turning in the soup of time, your revolutions mine, and we are drowning in the soup of time, our eyes are multiplying… How many eons will we see before the sun sets over the universe?Next »