l've got no place to go.
Got no aim whatsoever.
All I want is to get on the road and start rolling.
Be it anywhere and nowhere.
I do not care.
I cannot, either.
Does it even matter?
We are rolling stones and we go and when we fall we'd fall right through the
clouds into the sky. And we won't be seeing no neon-light gods or those man-
made stars there. The sky, the deepest sea, the black void shines upon us in
a way which resembles the ovary. It speaks to us in languages unlearnt and
long forgotten, which reaches our core deep down without our brains' part to
play. We stop thinking and start feeling for real at that moment.
And as we start to feel, the glowing fishes and sea creatures started to show.
They speak to us, too, in those silent words. The sky embraces us, in its own
way. And it is by then I would start to cry.
There is no such thing as castle on the cloud. All you have is a wild range
of emotions which you've never felt before. You feel like being born again,
but this time you don't really start and it takes forever to end. Stuck in
the flush toilet with the circling vortex of feelings. And this time you know
that they cannot harm you. The whales started to sing.