Safe (i want to be)

Earth. With its dizzying speed of rotation around the Sun measured in hours per kilometer about a hundred and eighty thousand! Outside. The invisible chorion is the space with its frozen tongues that licks off the thickest skin off anyones’ loopy face heartwarming two hundred and seventy Celsius – breath! …

Fear

of death? – nope! not afraid of that rather, what comes after but let just not come, nothing can come! say, that’s nothing else there, but silence, and permanent still. need no soul, and need no memories, nor pictures, or desires all i want ist just silence, – without emotions …