The uncontrollable rage of calm and awareness makes me a titan of this life.
I cannot describe the ways I want more of me and you all. I dare myself to see only to realise the eternal disappointment of the real whole. Avoiding the precaution of suffering is nothing but a minor key in the form of a jaw, open and menacing, rude and raw. I continue, alone, because once I was a dream, and you where a shaken body ready to uphold ambition as measure, but now I am real and you tremble by the presence of my unknown.
The choice was yours and made from the coward defeat of assuming the importance of me in you, assuming equals and owners of the same power and sight, fighting the discrepancy of faith and achievement in each other. I fell only to reborn and this is my practice, the religion that is gathering some chosen lights of singular peculiarity in a mob of actions and new dimensions of time.
Run, go, fly, let yourself free and become a shadow of the future. Afraid and diminished by you and you alone you will immunize your life from the past but not from the present me as the light of all your trembling shadows.
the MONSTRUKTOR