Contentment- the forbidden fruit, the wondrous goal, the peculiar relaxation into life itself… Contentment- deleted by some kind of deleterious mutation, never to be transcribed again.
Either abandoned or utterly alone, the ephemeral touch of gods long ago dismissed haunts us to this day. The silence of heavens is pouring one droplet at a time into our very DNA. Slowly and steadily we are being evolved into existential nothingness.
written under a tree, by the lake by Irina M. H.