I am at war.
War with the geometry of space and time.
Need there be order? Need there be this little anachronistic trinket we call measurement? Is it only existent during its own self recognition?
Chaos,
I ponder on it more and more. Is it a form of organization in itself? Or is it the lack there-of.
Through process of sublimation, I have touched true beauty while lying on the hotbed of imagination we call 'the cosmos.'
Rich with color, Rich with flavor, Rich with error. Hiding, alone, the Dark rushes through my veins. I feel its form, I feel its matter. Losing myself is easy, its the finding that's difficult. I feel the epicenter of being, its far distant vibrations are devoured by my ever hungry soul.
Change, Grow, Mature, Improve, Comprehend.
Live
Love,
Haciendo
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