a b s t r a c t.

I live in the abstract

There is no time and place

Just empty space...
constantly Splashed with clashing hues

That dont know how to blend

No room for anyone

Except for flesh and blood

Except for heart and soul

Except for endless restlessness
For a quest that is the answer to itself.

where all lines blur
where Life and death
hold each other's hand
as they tread
on the tightrope of insanity

where every song is heard

and every word echoes
as it drifts

Further and further away

But is never quite lost

I'm the spider
who knit this web

Now the web holds me its prisoner

I've lived in the abstract

Now the abstract lives in me...