a simple bookmark
I need a catalyst. I have, for the first time, realized this. Every thing that is a part of me, every word, every movement, every thought...is unfuffiled. My entire exsistence has been nothing, not even half-full of what it could be. I am not talking about something simple. It is as if the spark of a revolution has been lighted, yet someone keeps lowering a glass over it, then taking it off, then putting it back over. I am inhuman in this moment. As least, a part of me is. I am above everything and everyone, every single shread of the universe is below me. I have never felt so drunk with the thought of unreached heights. I hav never felt this presence inside of...my being. As though at least two parts are behind each eye, each side. What on Earth could set off this inhuman side then, the one typing a statement of either pure genius, or more likely, madness; what could set it off? I do not think that is particularily very wise. Yet what if the follies of the human side bring about the destruction of both sides?
Then again, this entire stream of thought is more likely the ramblings of a lunatic.
Then again, this entire stream of thought is more likely the ramblings of a lunatic.