River, green meadows, hills, houses, churches, castles; history, past, legacy...
I’m on a train,
a journey into the known and the unknown, future transitioning into present,
present into past.
Perpetuum mobile.
Vehicle of life...
knowledge, wisdom, bit by bit, coming in and going, fleeing into the subconsciousness. The abyss.
Locked away until it re-appears on the surfaces of our minds. If ever.
Uncertainty caressing the cells in your brain. Signals jumping through nerves.
Blood cells delivering the oxygen.
Coming in and going away.
Until the flame burns out.
Une terre. Eternelle. Mais pas vraiment.
Constantly changing,
yet remaining the same.
Remnants of the past
dancing in the air.
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