move from systematic 

to the manipulation of nothing, libre

your loved ones, your gaze

great things do expire

I had felt an emptiness. I noticed that the emptiness flourished in the midst of distractions, mundanity. 

I've spent my days drawing in cafes and parks, meeting people who might be considered bizarre or marginal but often who are in contrast rather pleasant.
My birthday is in four days. I saw a little boy throw balloons from a tall building on his birthday.