The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge

a bridge to a desert

a hope in empty words is like the sand,

the sand that burns my soul

with a glow of desires



Who was I?

Who Am I?

Who'll I be?

Should I try?



Can we stop the rain 

if the sky is blind 

can we stop the tear 

a bird that is divine



Left the night behind 

silent candle prayers 

no one's ever found 

tear that pined away



How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night! 

the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as 

I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower. 

what am I doing here? I feel spiritually naked under these chinese 

skies. Not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, I

have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have I come here for?

I remember nothing...



The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but 

my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master. 

please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all 

have to go there?



Nothingness, it is nothingness