Silently walk towards the edge, you can feel the tension in the air.
That carefull thrill at the back of your throat.
That point where frailty inside your heart lies. Mind your step here, those are wounds you are circling… screw it, if they open so be it.
Anything goes now.
The rules have been left behind as guidelines, besides… I´ve always made my own game.
I owe neither love nor hate, free to give and take as I will. You can be a slave to an image that’s not real distorted through hopes and time, or take the picture yourself again.
The players change, the rules are still not important. Wins and losses, they all come and go. Besides, I thrive on being out of line.
Give points away, roll the dice again. Roll them or not, the turns keep on happening.
Expectations are forced hopes that may not be your own, true ingenuity comes from the unexpected. You can only fool yourself to a certain point.
There are no illusions here, only dreams in the making.
kamotkreator
