(b)AIR | 48h NK
I am, and I am not.
I am an oxymoron;
I consist of all that cannot coexist.
I am confined to the land of no borders
and as there is no end,
I cannot escape.
Where would I go, if I could?
Where would I end up?
If we can only get to where we came from,
isn’t the journey just the illusion of the mind?