Somehow it reminds me of birth. An egg cracking. New life forcing it’s way through a small path

Inevitable

I'm used to navigate in the darkness

I can relate completely but I can't imagine being there

Honestly this is symbolic of a process of life

Seems this empty space is able to understand me

Feeling lonely and detached from everything

It feels like humanity’s pupils have left their eyeballs because they see and disbelieve

I see an egg cracked open with blood coming out of it. Not sure what to write here tbh

Detecting fragments of sound, we reach out to the unattainable with inexorable, naive optimism, spurred on by the rich topography that lies beneath the surface. we fail to notice that the answer lies in the nebulous gaps between

Whoever will be born must destroy a world. The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. But only who shall born can destroy it. If someone else does it, all will be gone. Nobody can destroy our own world and stay alive only ourselves.

The effort to be born and to live. The passage from a point to another is a transformation and there’s no life without transformation.