Detachment
"The moment when serenity freezes over in time, the relegation in which I knew that was the abrupt consequence to the starting fire in my heart; the spark that anticipates the mortification of my soul."
Desensitized and detached from reality, facing the flames whom engulfed pure consciousness and the general effect of focus, exaggeration, inadequateness, and other forms of compliance or constructed hysteria begins to diminish.
Like a mere shadow of a hollow itself present but not even within an empty vessel; existing as a remnant of oblivion from an obstruct view, who was once ambiguously unaccustomed to the shear nature of ubiquitous assimilation of events and the serendipity with the devoted pleasure that comes along.
Similar to the submission to the realm of feeble touch, this time just that it's the exact opposite. Bequeathing against the ordain of the norm nonchalantly would be granted typical as incompetency and remorse to sorrows and relief are nil and simply irrelevant and insignificant to this bubble void of emotions. Perspectives as such are no longer deteriorated as the tip of the iceberg along with the corpse and gargantuan embodiment of the sea will remain divisible to be envisioned.
A claustrophobic band of elasticity propels abundantly towards the curve on the graph of the universe, maneuvering this fabric, this entity, this slender layer of manifested dimension away from the grasping fists of entitlement;
At the brink of the final drop of quietness, is when you realize that you are finally free.
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Poetry
PoetryThe intimate description of emotions and thoughts that society describes as feelings that can't be expressed with words.
