Isibizo

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.