Solo

Solo

A singular entity mimicking the flow of time, in a constant drag against relativity. All thoughts and form, coagulates into a stream of endless circumvolve. A depiction of time in it’s endless dilemma, ticking into moments of trajection atop the numbered face. And as time unwinds… The Earth begins shifting…

Shift

Reflections of self, shadowed against the planes of life. What we see is not what we get… As we shift along the sands of time, we grow into a different perspective. Some shadows larger than ourselves, some conquered by our dislocation, yet they are all conjured by our own thoughts and imagination. No matter how taunting our past might silhouette against the now, it’s all upon the shift of ourself to conquer the then… As life fades to cessation, all that’s left are just two colours. White and black.

Two

The amount of movements at any one time. A dual plate against the balance of everything equal. But there is no egalitarianism… In this double edged sword of humanity, ideology separate us. But dreams and anguish bring us together. We are all just pushed into the circumstances that evolve along the prior and latter.

Push

Moving through the salient seas, against the waves that push us back. We build bridges only to cross them and burn them behind us eventually, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. We are here not because we choose to, but because of the limited choices we are given…

And it ended…