As you watch in despair, your eyes see through the life. As you
breathe in isolation you realize it has a voice and as you listen to the
silence you ll feel it’s the loudest scream. There are moments of chaos, so
calm and intense. No pattern at all.
Infinity has no order, is random and has wings which are
boundless, seamless and unrestricted. But infinity has depths, the very depths
meant for despair.
Joy has bounds for sure, it is with a purpose, is chained
and to top it all it is shallow.
While despair tests your waters, joy simply floats and with
a pinch it sinks to the floor with immediate demise.
Infinity is Despair. Despair is deep. Depths are silent.
