Less...(24/7)

Giving way an out, outside the fencing boundary, space-less, countless. Or it needs more precise measurement, when quantity and existence appear to be remote and meaningless...The weight bears no lust to lose and fade away. It is the condition on the footbridge, the unbearable lightness one has to adopt, if not to accept. Weird and sceptical, I do not know. It is as dark as it cannot be. Outside, it is the exile, or banishment. The life is not a logical mind of distance and direction.