Philipp Weigl – Silently Moving

It is november. The sun is faint and isn’t on our side anymore. The days are short as our steps getting shorter guessing the lurking coldness. Gaffes are unvaluable. However, we take the venture to step forward despite the imminent consequences. The curiosity wins again. Untouched, braving the arbitrariety its leads us on it’s uncertain path. With rushing speed, passing the time, you fall into the space sometimes. It annihilates us, energy getting released. As free as it adopts the spectrum of light and endoves us the wamrth of its light that is missing within the coldness. What a pleasure but also so unfamiliar, strange at least. We hold it, we keep it, bevor of being a stranger is crunching us to dust. Dust that is so finely granulated that the wind won’t able to blow it away in any direction.

~ by 3brainkarnakinterloper on 04/04/2011.

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