••• Not a story, but just a small trail of thoughts. •••
Brief reflections, empty mirror.
Unspoken reflections, foggy glass.
Chemical reactions, lack of drive. Driven to nowhere, dropped off with conflicting instructions.
Believe what you must, trust nothing given. All is fabric, torn apart and woven back together.
The threads are different, most are not the same. Paths twisting and bend, none are forward.
There is no reason for the future, simply delusion of the present. The past will always remain broken, rooting from speculation.
Mercy for the "abhorrent", tyrants call not for such. Cruelty of the many, hearts untrue and tainted.
Self blinded in ignorance, no exception. Wool remains over the eyes, even of the enlightened ones.
There are no gods, only abstractions. Layered realms, created imaginings of existence.
Minds are shards, souls yearning to return to the void. Sparks of intelligence, embers.
A nonexistent shell, transparent and fragile. Burning magma, once overflowing then contained.
Microscopic and various, life sprung from rock then infested. Thriving in water and dirt, viruses and vessels.
Spirits are fragments of astral bodies, astral bodies are born from nothingness. Nullified thoughts, untrue or misdirected?
Divine knowledge are secrets, wisdom is stripped away when we are reborn. Rebirth may be a punishment, or simply dreams reiterating forever.
Endless depths, shallow capacities. Storing comprehension, information lost.
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