if I had it once
Everything is going from the known to the unknown, as I pick apart the layers, as complexity unfolds before my eyes, in my ears, engulfing my senses with nuances I have never before saw, that I'll never see again. Here, briefly suspended in this sea of newness, my lightness of being carrying me buoyantly through the incredible density, I'm able to perceive it's entirety around me in one whole organic, real thing, like in some mind crushing drug trip.
Then I'm on the outside again, unable to see the forest for the trees. The second I take myself too seriously, that I assign some weighty significance to my own consciousness, that weight sends me plummeting down and I'm left, as always, on the ground looking up through but never inside, at the reality I'll never understand as long as I'm me.
To post public or private, that is the question.
Then I'm on the outside again, unable to see the forest for the trees. The second I take myself too seriously, that I assign some weighty significance to my own consciousness, that weight sends me plummeting down and I'm left, as always, on the ground looking up through but never inside, at the reality I'll never understand as long as I'm me.
To post public or private, that is the question.