Tears are running down my face. that's a dream.
Now I understand.
It's a neverending game in a neverending dreamtime.
I?ve had enough. it makes a fool of me.
My dream - goodbye. homecoming of the Self.
Holographic time I wipe it away.
The space around me fades away.
Homecoming of the Self. .
| 1 | Hurt |
| 2 | Dependence |
| 3 | Herzlos |
| 4 | Interconnectedness |
| 5 | The Question |
| 6 | Somebody |
| 7 | Creators |
| 8 | Deception |
| 9 | Fairy Stories |
| 10 | Essence |