O

I
Life as a surface, and we lying there dressed only in what we are. The exact moment that makes us see the cycles. Some beginning some continuing some ending some everything, but all converging, all the same. Some breath some love some doubt some pain some pleasure some doubt doubt doubt. As it has always been, different connections fill different spaces and creates the only whole. And love makes us human. And body makes us alive. And as we build our loves we build or bodies. We are.

We're not equal, but still we.

II
Feeling man woman situation, please step in. Feel the same. See the cycles. Feel the touches. Little life repeats itself inside of me, inside us all. Like a bead necklace, cycle connects to cycle in order to become an extraordinary big round rare beautiful circle that has no pronounced start or end. Life. The color in this pearl is the taste on your skin. Taste defines difference.

III
It pass pass pass, it leaves me behind. It leaves me forward. It leaves me the same. But I must taste a bit more bitter now. Change the pieces, same picture.

Chained.