Wild as it seems, the silence of the world, the blows of your breaths, the lup-dup sound, confused by the lucidity of your own purpose. In the middle of nowhere, experiencing an existential isolation, creating a space where you can actually be focused on yourself.
Bringing back to consciousness memories, decisions that you have made, questions that might have been asked or asked differently, being in another dimension with discrete opinions, point of views, perspectives, philosophy, judgements and beliefs.
Different theories of things, distinct angles, suspect everything around, reckoning existence and the matter of things. Obscure energy, selfless of your own, no mercy granted for positiveness, deem the aspects.
The faraway close up in your bottoms to the top, realizing how solitary you might be. Hearing your own voice in multiple tones, mostly the dominant one, loud enough to frighten you.
In the search of solutions or problems to be solved or just thoughts haunting you for a period of time. You seek closure under your own steam. The mind being anxious by your its own abstraction, being paused in the solitude aura.
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Weird Inspirations
ContoThe content contains short paragraphs which I wrote over years on the different feelings and experience of life I had and inspirations out of nowhere.
