Not a dream, nor a body, nor a voice.
Only the obligation to exist.
Passing through everything, belonging to nothing.
Like a wind with no name.
Unwritten, unseen, but always moving.
A silence that remembers what the world forgets.

Not a dream, nor a body, nor a voice.
Only the obligation to exist.
Passing through everything, belonging to nothing.
Like a wind with no name.
Unwritten, unseen, but always moving.
A silence that remembers what the world forgets.
