To move in the heavens.
To a place where words lose their color.
To a place where sounds are blinded out of fear.
To a place where senses give birth to strength.
Because it is only the heavens we cannot touch. They are
always there alone no matter what.
And to be there, one must forget.
And who will choose the path... that looks so uncertain?
Between falsehood and fear.
Of ourselves...
And who will cross the border between life and life?
While knowing there is no return.