Raven, I loved life in the flow of energy. For me, happiness was an energetic and sensual matter.
I loved, what I've lost since I was 26:
I adored, adored every spurt of strength!
Maybe you love, what is always in the making, to lose. Which is never certain.
the luck, happiness, euphoria, hope, compensation: all a matter of energy, the streams….
I suffered from playing dead syndrome, Raven.
The streams now flow and flood only inwards. In that one direction.
I held out my hand to the world, after connection, the energetic, subtle counterpart….
I did not reach this counterpart.
Raven, I dive into the surreal sphere, real life forgets u loses itself from me.
I'm far away and yet I'm still here, where Tiradente's body is torn to pieces, because horses pull him on all fours…..until the middle of Tiradentes breaks in two.