Somewhere, sometime, for no actual reason.
(who needs a reason?)
The reason for existence could be the existence itself.
No beginning, no end.
Infinity and eternity.
Time passes, nothing changes, nothing ever changes.
Yet everything is brand new.
Unknown, unfamiliar, alien.
Doesn't live, never die, just remains.
Somewhere...
Sometime...
Far away and right outside the window.
Awaiting...
They call it evil, but it is neutral.
Objective and just.
Unbiased.
Awaiting...
No need to be afraid.
Arial B.
December 2024