Darkness. Darkness and anything else will be mentioned later. . .
Strange this place in time. Where solids mold and parallels cross. A state of being so s-t-ra-nge, my self b-e-in-g knows no being; or which is up or may be down. Also what I'll become aware of. The adaptable qualities acquired to bend space and time. Though unpleasant physically it melds body and sprit. Aye
the s-p-ri-t ancient.
Description fancies only ancient, muddy, and earthly qualities. That term can only be. . .
I cannot find the words. Amazed right now. The world tuned into a two dimensional realm of inverted one dimensional white walls suspended in space a big black column. Someone she was talking at me me. And I had to slide or. . . I don't know navigate a world inside myself everywhere. I was attached two separated panes. . . existence? Melting through the space between. I was in the hallway and I didn't know what day it was. So I I thought I was going into my their room. . . it was locked. I panicked. They opened it. I didn't know when I was so I was so I was confused not. Now flowing
Flowing
Glowing
I thought the column was a tree or something
Enlightening and calming feeling now.
Complete well being.
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Comfort in Control
PoetryThis is a collection about the vices that control us. The media, love, your own mind and others.
