So there I was on the limit of my capacity to record anything. I was staring at that place and I wanted to hold on to that moment, hold on to all that people, to that monkey speaking through the microphone. I was looking for peace. Whom do you serve?
I didn't understand it all, the english was flawless, my comprehension on my limit. The poem stopped making sense and began to confort my mind. to physically please my brain. I could then understand their true passion, their true motive. sacredness. respect. curiosity with a true heart. i prayed.
I then realized that moment I was holding on was vanishing through my fingers. i could not hold on to that any longer. i had idealized, realized and finally understood. this is where i belong, inside. that's where my revolution is. no matter where i go, where i am, who i am.
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