Without a point to another I find myself walking alone. I keep searching for nothing and what i found is inside my bones. Please, whiplash of discovery
never settle me as home.
I cure myself of the burden I carry again.
The weight on my shoulder from a bag of the last skin. Endless bags will come and only one will last. The moment when I am the whiplash.
See me as horizon and I kept my eyes closed. Nothing was clearer that the sight of the untold. A morning well lived was a night to behold. Full of others, at last, alone.
the MONSTRUKTOR