We resisted, tried to do it, but failed. We were in a spell that held us, made us accept everything in a block that made us stand by while we tied our hands in front of our eyes. We couldn't, it didn't happen, maybe we couldn't afford it, or we weren't created for it. We had not yet figured out what we were created to be. Our journey of quest was close to coming to an end, but before the final stop, we had run out of energy. The branches of the trees were broken, the creatures climbing on them had rotted everything, and they continued on their way without a care. We realized that time doesn't really exist, so we threw ourselves into the calloused arms of absence.
January, 2023
paper collage // by Demon Ego
