Fragments That tell the Story (Motion of Vision)

I see the clock and the world surrounding, its so bleak and disdain all forms of existence have been smashed into ruins, And shadow of the masquerading image fights to keep grips of holding onto themselves yet everything around them is crumbling into oblivion.

face evaporating into dust soon to be nothing more than grains of sand. So many broken and shattered memories of things could been now lingering awaiting to aspirate. The world you use to know no longer has structure and validity each day passes by driving you further into the forsaken abyss that world doesn’t care about or even acknowledges you matter your life had value. As you choose not to recognized the acceptance to follow but stand alone and shun by the world that abandoned you.

World seem bleak the more you fight to keep dying light from consuming all that reflects the conviction, The many shadows you see are faceless as silhouettes lingering in absence of internal light, ensuffering and sacrifices you afflict the more your wings are ripped from you from tormenting agony of betrayal. You see around all the faceless motions where humanity is lost within in their own insidious minds the more you try to resurrect them back to catching the train the more they ripped out your wings wings wanting to anguished you. The victim becomes the murder, When you see and look at your reflection what mirrors back at you is callous and full of madness want to inflict so others feel your relentless dismay all the blood you bare means nothing what is the fucking point.

When you look at depictions of images they tell you more through their events of motion as you visualized deep within the story they will reveal…. WHAT DO YOU SEE

Evolution of Self – Primal Repr 2021