Abandoning all philosophies, I surrender only unto me.
If my heart is like time, I do not want it to be organised into minutes or seconds, but into endless afternoons of reverie. I want to give in to the emptiness of time and lose myself into its dark tunnels. I want to be drawn into its blankness and made obsolete.
If my heart is like water, I want it to be curbed not by a dam or shaped into pots, but by something natural, like a rock or a tree. I want to move, blend, turn, yield and disappear into the distance — just by myself, and for my myself.