I'm contemplating constellations spreading on my desk
while blood sweat continues dripping from my forehead...
this is not about sadness
something within me is wondering
what's it like
to exist without material condition
I say all forces are nothing compared to nature
watch the trees
gently bowing down to the wind
and its fury
Nothing hurts more than knowing
your tangible self is useless
if there isn't anyone
or anything
remaining witness of your essence
