My mind races with the daily paces and faces created by visual content processed in particles particularly known to me and placed in a space where only i go.
I have all these fucking ideas one after another. They cross over like a collage and all i want to do is share my inner experience to inspire and motivate everyone to perpetuate involvement as opposed to being apathetic and lazy. I envision a heightened sense of awareness filling us and we will all become enlightened; All the pain leaves us and we love each other. we expose each other to every possible human chemical reaction we possess and we virtually explode.
I dream so much i get lost. Or maybe I just become increasingly more profound. reality is a mistake. Or is it? conclusion: confusion.
When i put into context all my creative visuals and dreams of life and death, i wonder if maybe this is what its like to be human.
a wrath of morbid thoughts crawl and creep like soulless creatures who want to eat the nutrition out of my brain.
I generally experience or long for a state of stabililty and certainty. It is only naturally given that after layers of mind trauma provokes insanity and consistent substance abuse.
Religion has pressed an identity that heaven merits such promise, and ultimately Hell is something i want to avoid.
My emotions take on various degrees of positive and negative integrity. Right now im in a push to learn, progress, and express my process in order to form better connections with other "humans". I hold the belief that "It isn't the end of the world, it's the beginning of discovery".
But i'm fully aware that for all I know i am already dead.
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