I am confused, really. When you are being yourself you get stoned to death, when you are not, you still get shot to death. Plus the silence that lingers in the air is getting pretty eerie and deathly. Everything is death, gosh I want to live for one second of unraveling the coiled up confusion for the sake of my own sanity, the truth is I don’t understand what cosmic hallucination I am on but I am aware that a lot of things might be momentary yet you seemed to be the only thing that immortally defines the lost meaning of infinitude .
—Yes, I’ve lost my mind again, where did it go?. I am uncertain as to how many people are having this conversation but I am pretty sure it’s more than one.
On convos with the self and other self of other.
D C de Oliveira
Background song by: Ludovico Einaudi - Unna Mattina