memories

endogenous. is the word. is the jump. never mind the gap is thin. there is always somehing that calls within. this night is going to be special. an end to all this endogeny. there are no more spirits to hunt me. and i think i have seen whole my hidden sea. all the waves that were me. the burning walls are so close now. is the word. is the jump. is the window. like a reversed bird i will fly. into the open, out of the hostility. and because of today i refuse all the tommorrows. the eternity is my sister anyway.

::: another line slowly divides... before the night is over :::