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There was once a time, when I was happily walking around in a suit and tie, always carrying my suitcase with me; eventually I have lost the suitcase and all that unnecessary luggage that went along with it; but never did I imagine, not even in my wildest dreams, that in time I would end up barefoot and naked.
Well, at least not in times when the Earth was lively revolving around her axis, and the people inhabiting this vivid blue paradise seemed to cherish and love each and every moment spent there.
Until one day; the day the Earth will get tired of the infinite "round and round" motion, one day, it will finally lose all meaning. The people will lose what's left of their senses and their minds, and no one, not one living soul will be prepared for the pain that is inevitable; for the moment when the Earth will come to a complete standstill, for the moment in which the Sun will lose all of it's splendor and glow and escape from our horizons. Forever.
We warm ourselves up with shoes made out from darkness and our coats sewn out from cold.
We tread in the pitch-black darkness, yet we walk on; strongly convinced that we can see and hear every single thing.
We clearly perceive shapes and forms which are not existant, yet we unclearly catch sight of the visible solid contours of existant shapes and forms.
We reject the known all while embracing the unknown.
We wander trough the vastness of this timeless infinity, wearing nothing but stardust.
Filled with pride, we slide the Earth's surface; feeling all powerful and brave, holding on to our firm belief that we are the ingredient that's essential for the survival of our universe.
In a single moment so real, in reality so momentary.
I'm taking it off, I'm taking it all off.
Dressed only in my skin, I continue my silent voyage trough the cosmic expanse.
And everything makes sense again, when all sense is stripped to the bone and almost completely gone.
Well, at least not in times when the Earth was lively revolving around her axis, and the people inhabiting this vivid blue paradise seemed to cherish and love each and every moment spent there.
Until one day; the day the Earth will get tired of the infinite "round and round" motion, one day, it will finally lose all meaning. The people will lose what's left of their senses and their minds, and no one, not one living soul will be prepared for the pain that is inevitable; for the moment when the Earth will come to a complete standstill, for the moment in which the Sun will lose all of it's splendor and glow and escape from our horizons. Forever.
We warm ourselves up with shoes made out from darkness and our coats sewn out from cold.
We tread in the pitch-black darkness, yet we walk on; strongly convinced that we can see and hear every single thing.
We clearly perceive shapes and forms which are not existant, yet we unclearly catch sight of the visible solid contours of existant shapes and forms.
We reject the known all while embracing the unknown.
We wander trough the vastness of this timeless infinity, wearing nothing but stardust.
Filled with pride, we slide the Earth's surface; feeling all powerful and brave, holding on to our firm belief that we are the ingredient that's essential for the survival of our universe.
In a single moment so real, in reality so momentary.
I'm taking it off, I'm taking it all off.
Dressed only in my skin, I continue my silent voyage trough the cosmic expanse.
And everything makes sense again, when all sense is stripped to the bone and almost completely gone.
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