Reboot

We consider ourselves to be sentient, the most evolved life form of all genera; crown jewel of nature. This uniqueness of ours is shrouded in veils of solitude; although we’re thirsty to share our benevolent texture with others like us. We gaze at the sky, day and night; searching, craving, praying, calling… but there’s no answer, only the enchanted colorful glitter of those smiling faraway suns remains. And in that void we exist, struggling for breath, for warmth of touch, for the comfort of reason. But we’re alone. Our path is made of us.

This present moment of no return. Stuck in that paradox in a time line which is gently preserved to move only forward… feeling, touching, yearning. We deem to live full, creating a reality which is a construct of our minds and souls, of which both are indefinite. Our disregards to the past, that stubborn defiance toward who we were; shame and pride at the same time. Equally guilty and most divinely innocent. Our duality of perception – our everlasting conflict of existence. Who we were, and what we might be…

And all of a sudden this cycle of ours is rebooting, to find that we face the same challenges as before; black screen all over again. Our benevolent nature is about to become cruel, again. So why we so carefully make these records of our past, when we never learn anything from it? Perhaps it’s that melancholic drive, a subconscious nostalgia for the slavery, because we lose ourselves in freedom?