Busken

Sorry for beeing off the internet for a while but we built the most fantastic time travel machine. We saw the fabric of life and weaved a new universe from it. We became angels to some, demons to others.

Everything and nothing is happening at the same time. Hidden realitys lay in our own minds. We enter and leave without knowing. From one end of the spectrum to another. Now comes art.

it’s over, atleast for now. life awaits.

Fuck you, i told the building as i entered. Fuck you, i hate you and i will never see you again.

i wear her name on my chest and her face on my arm.

yesterday i stabbed my self in the arm. it keeps reflecting. im going to the woods again.

i could stand here until it passes.

i have spent a life in these woods. i long for this life again.

which is more real