A desperate heart that yearns for the infinite, for love, for knowledge, for total freedom.
The fall is like that love that does not ask for any permission, that overwhelms you in the nothingness of cosmic existentialism, it is a total love, an unrequited love. The love for freedom itself becomes an overbearing prison in the abyss of time.
Time stops, it remains suspended, like all those dreams of sleepless nights, like all those wishes we do not bear to speak of, like being Lost at Sea
