Essay To Be - Writing Piece

[Apollo Tenzen]

The bed bends downward as the figure above moves his scuffed feet onto the raw, uncared wooden floor.
“Same waste of time as always. Study, and never enter the subject. Build, and watch collapse follow. Seek growth, and find only contained extraction.”
The figure is me, standing in the domains of Dysienoius — a false realm constructed by masked tribes.
Moving slowly towards that kitchen that looks more lika giant spider's lair.
Dirt is not merely dirt — it is a compounding womb for the most relinquished form of energy.
On the floor lies an old, crippled, orange-blood dense heart. A discarded organ of will.
I kneel.
-A heart explains as part of a system, what i am giving away from my choices. all of this house is a manifetation of a dying being who never existed.”
the flame of will
The house is not abandoned. It is the manifestation of a "be" who never fully existed.
A plate of hours later i move towards the unkown black outside where lights dont touch, animals dont call and the breeze freezes. There is no adventure and growth on what is not known, but only inside, looking deeper in the corridor of the past, there lies the old forgotten library. Crimson veins.
The eyes that cant see but never trough western lens, only with a "alien" vorus perspective.