I know there is something disturbing me lately, or maybe more than something. It must be very irritating for me to has everything make me look like a skhwang (using an informal term from avatar movie).
I really do not need anymore higher voices or stronger winds to take my steps above the heaven. Sometimes, I love to stay still, and find without any understanding, while my mind calm as the gentle morning moist.
Even I am in the middle of the most confusing mazes, I love to stand or sit still, and grasp some harmonies within my range of consciousness – till everything fading slowly, till existence stop trying to keep exist.
Bhyllabus l'énigme 
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