The cosmos is a dark place.
Full of pain.
Full of tears.
But I can see beauty in the light.
I feel good…
(I feel the terror)
A child laughs.
An old man dies.
Smiling…
For he knows.
The shadows are only there because of the sun.
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Longing for the night…
We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
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Faster… Faster… Faster…
Humans running.
Building cars and planes.
Trying to make things faster.
So that they have time to do more things.
Things that they will need to do faster as well.
Until they do more and more things.
Until they do everything.
Until they do nothing…
Until they die…
And in their last breath.
(For the first time)
Watch the morning sky…
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