Inhale, Exhale
A hallow body mirrors my own tangible being, its presence existing as a stratum of thriving grains of sand; molded into the faceless image of me. The bed in which my eyes lay has expired into a breeding ground of noxious weeds that fortify from one viewers blind accumulation of set morals, and irremediable whispers of thought. My eyes are set ablaze once pierced by the parallel pneuma of myself, composed from an unbridled veil of sand grist. For so long I have lived in a realm that rendered me blind to something that was virtually equidistant from me. But when the time came for the abundant consumption of opaque ignorance that my mortal mind has survived the bleak enviorment of, my revived sight rather did not jump to the beautiful innate essence of myself, but to the clutter of the world moving around it. I, instead of unwrapping a new hue of sight after looking into each grain of life that made up the presence in front of me, I ground each individual grain into dust, and I inhaled a world of smoke which wreathed within me, clearing the smog that the world seemed to imbrue me with. Although, as I abused this habit, the sand ceased to operate in ways that I was used to, and the smoke I inhaled left behind a band of fog in my mind. It penetrates my senses at times, leaving me with the dull reminder that my heart is alone amidst these ribs, with no one to caress the skin that protects the last grains of sand that make up the soul within me. I exist between the world where we become the things we think we obtain, and the realm where the only thing that lives is the grist of our souls. I live among minds who underestimate the withdrawl of a world they have been so miserably fooled to act amidst. I suppose, living between worlds has drawn myself into a room where my mere psyche has composed a realm of pause. Physically acting as a drone with no better instincts than to proceed to the normal remedie of self sedation, mentally I sit in that room with my spine aligned to the wall, my knees to my chest, and I silently ponder the hazed sailing which is my life; all the while I inhale my own self eradication.
