Impassive Rapine
Self seclusion of an inner struggle. Disctint, so close yet so far from what appears as a deep truth. Locked within the confinements of history. Slowly, yet severely falling awake unto another reality, so distant.
What lies within is ubnound to noone, mentally disturbed, physically diminishing. I see all, I feel all, I am all. As above, so below. Numb contentment.
Indifferences of reality confide within my mind. No disctinction between what is real and what is delusion. Cataconic paranoia etched into the essence of what comprises reality.
Nothing is locality to perception, longing for a place to magnify the illusion. So close, yet so far away, a contour of hallucinations.
Awakening from the dream to become indulged within an elliptical surmise.
Nonchalance of participation, more and more to interpret less and less.
Obduracy of my mind. Another day has come and gone, undersatnding of nothingness, the numdane and the magic.
Dissolution empowering what ceases to be beleived. Far beyond the edge, yet so distant from fate.
Indignant towards conception.
Living beside the mystery.