WE'RE ALL CREATURES HERE
It has to be enough to know we are all creatures. Left, right, small, large and everything in the middle. We are life, we are death, we are all creatures on this sphere we call Earth.
BETWEEN YOU AND ME
here is a little space between you and me, a gap filled with things, feelings and the small furry creatures we never named. We like to cross this gap, just to find it’s a crevice no-one can enter.
WHY BIRDS FLY
Birds fly because of the wind and thinking they can be as free as predators. They are like leaves falling in the autumn. There is no freedom in the sky, everything that goes up must one day come down (to be eaten by the predators)
DEATH BECOMES THEM
In death life finds it’s meaning. There is beauty in death, as death becomes them and the living flesh is stripped away by other creatures.
Animals with red faces or heads are red allover, only to realise their body is a different color. Somehow it seem a lie, but no-one can put their finger down to it. We have to do with the things we see, not with what we think we know..
Fell asleep for a couple of hours in a daydream of dead birds. I didn't even feel sorry for the bodies I slayed everywhere. It was just a beauty sleep and death is all around.
INSECTS DANCE ALONE
Insects are dying everywhere. Their numbers are diminishing faster then man can find new species. No-one seems to care. Insects are a mere pest to a lot of people. The life of insects isn’t important when we think of saving the planet. Insect dance all alone.