Ze

There is a space between my brain and the world. It is vast, ample and somewhat morose. I guess the temperature here is a bit off. I guess this is what they meant when they sung that this is where I end. But where the hell does everyone else begin? I stand alone, a bit more confident now. With my hands in stretched in front, I try to conquer the world. Maybe its no use. All I see are colorful gears suspended in the air. And all You see is nonsense.