i’m bodiless, i’m limp. staring at the accentuated curls strung between coal-ridden hands. there is a nothingness. nothing before me. i am surrounded by a darkness, slowly, gradually changing circumference, diminishing with years of experience. years of loneliness. the only thing left intact are my fingers, contacting each other with arrows of light and thumb prints. a sea of little white dots in between, pulling themselves out of the earthy nothingness.

life is a daze, a dream. filled with white tunics and see-through villages.