staring at the screen get a flashback about the days gone, and things that will never be
and through the air breathing in and out, there's a sense of nonsense, when the waves talk about the tablet
in those days, dates use to have a meaning and represented pillars in the path of our time, and now get back again to realize how small i am, even when the whole world revolves around me
what is important and what's not is always up to us
and i keep staring at the flat screen surrounded by all this individuals not so much like me, and not so different either. and think of how twisted our worlds are, how unreal how ephemeral
still we keep pursuing our desires, since the world revolves around us anyway