FLUX - Earthists., Sam Jacobs

The crowd who overflows in front

I push them aside by force and start running

You join me together linearly and cause every action

Your words tempt me into the space of the different dimension.

The passage of

time is stable with uniformity

How do you make an end?

How do you write in it?

It is entrusted to all myself

I stop and think about that

As if I am floating in the air

I shut mind calmly

Space is warped

It is not imagination

The feelings occur at the same time like a layer and mingle

You put away my feelings in a box

And can you send it to the different dimension space?

Can you regain feelings from the different dimension space?

I hear a sound that order collapses

What is seen in the outside of the chaos?