No1.: Paradox

In this paradox of chaos, I'm trapped in a loop of confusion, where clarity feels like a distant memory... is this reality? What’s real? What if me and everyone and everything is just an illusion.. hut who’s illusion if I am an illusion.. what if I am an illusion in an illusion… Within this disorder, I just want to break free, to rise above it all, seeking solace in the solitude of my own company…. Just by myself… In the quiet embrace of isolation, I crave the bittersweet peace that comes with the art of dying alone, where bliss and despair spiral together and life is born and dead again..

An1, 2024