Timelessness is an art.
The way it could be painted is of through stagnation but adapted: when everything
around you shake, bend and break, everything moves to crumble, disappear and perish but in the middle is a holy ground which time and space can't reach.
Some stand their grounds like hell.
To me, that's the most glorious act of defiance against omnipresences.
Just like any other art, it comprises of wilderness (in a sense) and patience.
Those two pieces of elements are the rarest blessings.
And divine blessings are not easily replicated.
No timelessness occur without a little hint of madness, while none
survives deprecating death without the bond of every atom being held together through the storm unapologetically patient.
To let everything pass, hopeful of peace.
I find perseverance as meta-timelessness.
I also find myself wanting my passion to stand its' ground like hell.
So, like hell, will I endure every oncoming mistake.
As long as I defy the very thing that prays me gone, I can create this divine art.
And it will be worthwhile.
