Life is actually a fine line between life and death. Lines; they move with us at every moment and determine our field of vision. Sometimes the street we live in, the city we visit, and sometimes it is on the ground where we sleep deeply.

We have dreams that we build without thinking about the end of the line. The dreams we see travel in the concept of eternity. However, the most cruel thing in life is the lines we do not see.

The voices echo in the street, you can’t see them. You can’t hear.  
You just feel. This sound; It’s a reflection of our linear dreams.

The World is full of broken lines, those that are still unbroken are living lines.