Living without a life The universe in eye or the eye in universe, still searches the light of my dark side that only and only is surrounded by dark matter. You can never see me, but can feel me, I am still present, surrounded by various branch of dark wounds, I am there in your every words and you make me live without life. (Read in caption) Lights in the night sky are like the dead remains of my parched life, I can see it but never feel the aura of self. Getting into the painted charm, the light passes behind my sense of lively dead life. Triggered in wabi-sabi; finding
