The paths that I could take and all their connotations, they all get spined around in a motionless frame.
Intermittent images of a dim consciousness reside by me
Advancing down inside my mind sometimes literally feels like a leap. A leap of an empty body that tries to remain airy of thoughts.
Advancing down inside my mind sometimes literally feels like a leap. A leap of an empty body that tries to remain airy of thoughts.
Consumed and deprived of all attention for the outer, I remain in motion, weightless, as I reside before the conglomerate beautiful chaos of unresolved dark swirls of ignored feelings. Mixed with past ideas and phrases only heard by me. I see how peculiar dark they look aside the very exterior world.
Is this the shapeless embodiment of the ego that must perish?
Is this the shapeless embodiment of the ego that must perish?
