Conceptions of truth and beyond

Truth is a behaviour. Beautiful per se. We can live with truth 24/7 and not worry about a lightning falling in our heads. Walking alone. Death row. Humans are lonely animals. That went beyond their capacity. Somewhere in that field, sounded a clap. A clap of hands I might say. It brought my attention because of all those birds flying away as if a rifle was shot. No hunting. Just nature and humans.



He put together paint,brushes and a white board. He start creating art. Art could be created when his brain synapsis were rocketing. In a rainy environment. In a cloudy one. Or in a sunny. Just him and beyond. And his own truth.



And my shoes are blue but I could spot a smile on the laces
And tv is on but it´s off my head