Fade like a human’s past.
Glimpsing the memory now.
It’s blended colours.

Fade into stardust.
Bust the boulder in midair.
Single point of impact to set a whole of points apart.

Fade through a moment’s lust.
Still falling, getting peeled, without rest and relief from this scratching sensation of continuous declining.

Faked out resolve and actors starring around.
The feeling of outlier inside and the lack of recognition towards the living.

It turned out as a temporary solution.
A fraud that lives on through postponing.
Information and knowledge keeps individuals moving.

Groups move on motivation.