When I sense that even in my conciseness I don’t feel the presence of me in my own head.
When the feeling of your closed eyes tells you there’s a space after what we know as dead.
When a child switches of the light in an empty room but still feels there’s something in the dark.
When nature tells you in every concrete jungle you’ll find there’s a space for a park.
When the opposite of hope tries to speak more than what hope wrote to the scope of your heart.
When you know beyond what you see is good and evil fighting inside you, so they can stay apart.
When the messengers from mars don’t come physically but come through you in black and red.
When the dream is so black and cold its hands restrict me from lifting my own head, of my own bed.
When a midnight walk suddenly tells us that there’s someone or worse yet something behind us.
When you look back for it, it’s as if, it turned with you. We’re more than evolution the proof is inside us.
When you speak questions to yourself in your head and suddenly the answers come but not from you.
When you can feel someone else’s existence beyond their physical presence, another existence is truth.
When your limits keep running further and further from you; know the next step after your body is immortality.
When you are human because your inner purity is hurt, by things that follow after immorality.
When you sense that wisdom, then you know there’s a family after; you go through the door of your own flesh and bone.
When your centre finds you, then only will you know the answer to the question: Are we alone?