The One

There could be a question, with no answer, but liars prevent the reasoning between the solution. With their goal to hide, they still look at the truth first. As clenching air braises across the heated tension, micro movements mean cold statements. There, time is a picture but we experience it as a video. With a camera feeling that tricks us to being special and independent. And an understanding that experience is not what people did before, but how they use the information later.

Pain, like a bruise, stings in your head. On your right and on your left, sounds appear odd, and you notice everything around you sharply, something feels unnatural. In your words, “different” One voice at a time, with one broad thought at once, and memories that link. 

The knowledge when a  person uses, is the sum of all experiences and how the personality helps it. That was owned by this unchosen one. The feeling of feelings, where nothing is no more than just questions, and holding on to nothing with answers. Here, the one, 

unchosen is any person, but this time, it was Kret. 

Living in the world where he is thinking and imagining for the best, the power of actions is this. Journeys plan with backups, with unstable concrete. That was always underneath sculptures but still, on top of the core. Existing in time, and the place where he is. 

Is where hills form. From the door was ever so quiet, it felt like no one was home. Extending to a pleasant view of curves that cover into more curves. Waves that blow happiness and the itchy scent of wood that slows the heart. Steaming water whistles in the yawning morning as the melody represents memories that come back. Walls were right up, and the corners were exceptionally gritty. Using a pencil to timelessly carve out the specks and grind on the tree rings. After all, wood is hard to damage wood. Lights were of course brighter than the moon, for many reasonable reasons. Like to find where your house is after dark, or to shine far brighter than other houses, to assert dominance. Even if it meant to blind yourself, being a star is better than barely existing. 

A great morning passed and lunch was coming, he thinks to himself, and spending some time walking is nice. Just as I am going to grip the handle of the door, itself, is greeted with a cracking knock. And before the knock happened, the door flung open, guiding the guest straight at the wall. “Ah! What a day”  

“ What a day for me to say.” Followed by a muffle echoing through the hinges.