17/01/2026
When you die, you die…
and when all is said and done
and nothing is left
all the words and actions
have dropped from the ceiling
shattered in echoes
like sounds that clap
as if to announce the grand entrance
of empty space and non existence
where time suspends its last laugh
and all is white and colourless
like a silence that is not even there
all is gone
as if it had never been
just faint dreams whispering thoughts
that give impressions
that the nothingness is nothing
only because of something
like paperless screams
scribbled in suspension
as if to say
absence is the knowing
that something that should
that could be, is not
and so absence is
but the whisper of presence
and emptiness
but the scream of fullness…✨
RIP bro, frérot, dai ❤️❤️❤️
