As time moves on and the leaves get dry, there’s no
saying what could go wrong. Waking up and smoking your first cig is an
attribute to the initial forecast of your day. The fact that you smoke it
doesn’t mean you need it, but it contributes to a tradition more intricate than
the day itself. Opening the windows and hearing the whispers of the windy
spirit that overwarms the sky reaches your inner conscience triggering a sense
of security that surpasses that of a shitty life jacket on a boat. Knowing that you
don’t know makes you ponder on the satisfaction that the unpredictability of it
all just makes it fantastic in so many ways. The ambition that drains your
reality becomes clearer and better… Maybe its reality that’s too flooded and our
essential ambition gives greater meaning to everything we do and think. The sun
starts hitting your face and the more you put your mind on overdrive the more
that realising becomes tiring and bleak, so you try stay awake…An essence calls out to you and lights a
candlestick inside. The spiritual abundance is constrained to you and your
visions, time stops and it has triple the meaning. The sounds from distant emotions
drift towards your personal space and begin to weave you up. They seemed so far
away, but they sneak into your galaxy and swarm your mind with memories and
soul. The apricot sun turns you into a shadow and brings out a minimalistic character
to everything you see and perceive. It seems like an abstract chant hypnotises
you in a way that means no harm but creates so much inner value that floating
above it all becomes the meaning.
