#consciouss

Tmp. máx. lect.: 4 min. Por Juan Miguel Batalloso Navas          En inglés el estudio de la conciencia permite una distinción conceptual más fina que el español. Ambos términos, consciousness y awareness, suelen traducirse como “conciencia”, pero en realidad apuntan a fenómenos relacionados pero distintos. Comprender esta diferencia no es un mero ejercicio académico: tiene implicaciones…

Everything is so psychedelic.

So physical.

Psychologically persistent.

Penetrating my posture.

Permeating my perspective.

Preventing my perishable problems.

Positively poweful.

Predictably present and passing.

Everything is so psychedelic.

I’m on a permanent acid trip.

I haven't lit my blunt. Yet the cannabis crept cooly into my childish soul.

Alliteration altering all avenues of ancient art. Aka counter culture. Counting culprits. Collecting currency. Cosigning coexistence. Creating creations and cultivating cults creatively.

I cant escape myself.

It is all around me. I cant forget what is right in front of me.

Reality revealed its true revelation.

I must reevaluate and reconsider real and resisting.

What am i runnung from. Better yet, what am i running to..

Play my music loud to remember all the quiet nights.

So many deja vus will I ever be surprised ever again.

Close my eyes because sometimes it feels like I’ve seen everything.

The only drug left to take is pure love and i know it'll kill me.

When magic isn't magical anymore. Knowing every outcome. So connected you feel like an outcast. Love becomes a memory.  All thats left is games to be played. The only way to have fun is to forget how to play.

Win so much it feels like im losing experience.

Out of balance, no where to fall.

Fallen angel, my wings bloody trophies of the facade of freedom.

A slave to this reality, my mind is my master.

Observing is my occupation.

Desire is my destination.

Completeness is my challenge.

Choice is my contemplation.

Care is my corruption.

Fair is my facade.

Numb from the knowledge.

Blind to the boundaries.

Lost to the lucidity.

Barely found myself.

Floating in the middle of my own thoughts.

Drowning in my own emotions.

Suffocating on solid intentions.

Slipping off spirituality.

Drunk off of directionlessness.

Lost and

Found in

The middle