Longing

We seek our shadows in illusions,

We live in the false world of ghosts,

Where, words have lost their meanings...

The age of profanes.
The age of ill-bred, vulgar and crude existence.


The kingdom of banal, praising it's own emptiness.



An agony of nonexistence.


Any spirit has abandoned the world.
Orphaned earth, filled with fear.

How did we get here?
?

Answer this.





yet -- through the past there is a shining path of human unpredictability.