I want to be wiser than my age allows, to shake the vision of an insecure child. We answer our questions with juvenile ease, naively treating symptoms, never the disease. I want to be free from this haunting mind, that decorates my past with shameful lies. Living with fear of what future I hold, stuck in analysis whilst growing old. I want to find purpose that I can really own, abandon these dreams that were so cheaply sold. Original thought seem to now be extinct, only plagiarized existence, promoted as unique. I want to control my twitching perception, stop the experience of “now” delusion. Always a spectator of this flowing stream, constantly awake in this fucking dream. I want to escape life as a responsibility, expectations created, never first consulting me. Why would you subscribe to this twisted game, knowing that it ends in regretting you played? I want to be free from material constraints, explore the limits of a dimensionless plane. Wander beyond the parameters of logical thought, and find myself delivered, to the answers I sought.

My lief, sien my in die ruim, binne die nag en sy diep terrein. Ek wag om jou te onthaal, met my sterrelig karnaval. Ek het die melkweg omskep as baan, waar ons kan langsamerhand kan dans. Die koepel is skitterglans versier, sou jy die firmament wou in tuur. Ek het gegiet, vir jou, ‘n sterreval. komete geflans en as kandelare uitgestal Hemellede vir die nova toneel berei - ligbundels geëts met kleure van hul kwyn. Ek het konstellasies herrangskik - Gelap, ingeweef, en vasgestik, vir jou oënskou, vir jou om in te baljaar. Orion is gestuur, maar waar kom hy jou haal?