now the words tumble out of my fingers, leaking from my shattered brain

do i regret? they will never come back. transformed and lost in translation.
lonely we are, wandering across space and time unaware of the circles most of the time
you better be truthfully at peace with your loneliness my friend
you better don´t splinter and crack under the pressure of new encounter
everything is fleeting and everything: always, already here.