end of day, december sun, takes me back.
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
in the blink of an eye new monoliths of nothing appear, empty bodies without souls & feeling, gleaming on day becoming ghosts when nighttime’s coming.
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.