Meeting Benches World art in all forms
DESTINATION NOWHERE
In a soundless desert, under the star filled sky, I raise up my head and look at it. This scenery will continue until where? And where will I walk to? I reach out my frozen hand to touch the light, before that imaginary star disappears. Take off to the sky,wind is crying, don’t be confused with what you see with your eyes. Hear the calling from the other side, and together, we will hear a voice we have never heard before. What was gathered that night, felt just like walking on snow. Walking in silence, but when I look back there’s sure to be a footprint left. When tomorrow morning comes, I had never met myself yet, but the shadow over the other side had already disappeared. Take off to the sky,wind is crying, I am myself. Hear the future in the wind, and together, we will hear a voice we have never heard before. Destination Nowhere, always miss the Destination. The shape of it is always changing, like sand. Take off to the sky,wind is crying, don’t be confused with what you see with your eyes. Hear the calling from the other side. Feel the present, because I want to see you. I release what i feel in my heart. Hear the future in the wind, and together, we will hear a voice we have never heard before.
