on becoming a stranger ii

Just talk to me, say whatever; become a stranger a piece a day. It's the here and the now of the how and the why: it's running: running. It's denying to think by means of saying, the saying making sense by simply being. A sense that does not precedes it's very own existence. Like the second second in the history of the universe: it came along, nobody called for it. It didn't had to happen, but when it did, explosions took over.