It is long gone the time of my anxious
As my years fades, fades also my dreams
What I live now is now
I need no projections
My days comes and goes, sliding conscious as my time flows
smoothing away any sadness or expectations.
I\'m happily bleeding, leaving parts of me behind.
I\'m shedding unconscious heavy interests, for lighter sensations.
What for many would be a sacrifice, for me it is a pleasure.
To give up selfish whims, to see a way out of illusions.
To die before you die, to distill drop by drop bliss from the chaotic mixed world. To live on the edge of the blade.