Alright… some truth not poetic bullshit
Wearing my heart on my sleeve literally in both sensations, and senses.. hiding my true face, lost in false bliss since a real sense lost itself to music, yet the wrong taste, wrong time, had a sick time is the best way to spell it out, slowly finding myself.. something about death attracts a mind intent on truth, died farther and deeper by strict definition.. before death.
Slumber on my side of the grave… i still could argue I have an ace up my sleeve.. but scars fade.. and who knows if love is truth, in a world of mysterious appearance that just is.
Questioning my own existence within my own existence, riddled my own sins sincerely and dug my grave in multiple ways… how far does this void go… chaos and order are known… is it the dance the trance or the higher thoughts i know… its all chaos in my mind. Gazing at the sun, still only is my mind blind… feeling..
I left this heaven long ago, why i returned i do not know.. the flow of time has a rhythm unbalanced equation wise, i wasted love and time… for a glimpse of peace.
Chase the dragon has a new proof… yet it’s only air. Invisible light. At one with itself.
Mystical nonsense aside, bored to death entranced to escape while facing a mirror of mind scattered. Doing science and true reflection, do we ever die. It’s killing me. Nazi Germany feels here. Although I didn’t fall from grace, I cannon-balled 😂
Dead inside, maybe upstairs im in the grave laughing from above seeing my life flash before my eyes in a dimension im blind to.
Ahh… sorrow goes deep, i don’t want to be a bitter person. Yet i self ignite feeding the fire…
In English, less need be said than true insanity riddled out of speech and no one deciphers truths it seems. How could they. When no one knows your higher thoughts like oneself….
Then again what is memory loss? Ticking of the clock… for what.. im going to post this public incase someone can see into the nature of that koan natured question..
