A fragmented thing

Pure fear is what drives me mad. Even so, I need a daily dose of it so I can get back to my normal state. My philosophy of life - a phrase that makes me physically sick. Paradoxes carry out what they are supposed to do: they are the Infinite's speech and, thus, they work in favour of those who deny spirituality as a means of salvation. Having learned the deep meaning of the uselessness of words and having bumped into with the shadows of yesterday, time appears illusionary and here poetry, an ill fated act, ends.

Picture taken of: Thích Quảng Đức