LS IX

The red sand reflects the color of millions past suns. Rocks dwelled in primordial seas. The cycle, the multiplicity of countless worlds. Alone in an idle wait, away from things, people and thoughts. Everything is enigmatic for the one who is in the process of becoming; it's not for the one who just exists. The whole and its inner meaning, where at once everything is simple and nothing stands in-between far away things. I'm a stranger here, more than i've ever been.