Words From Adrenaline
My undisturbed space
There is no line here.
No shape. No texture. No rhythm.
There is only space.
At least that’s what the world sees
As they look into the telescope and travel with their eyes
They enter another planet; another world
But it is not just another world- It’s another dimension
There is line here.
Life is created of converging lines that intersect in polychromatic ways
It is here that these lines have created many forms- many shapes
Everything round starts with a cube
And those who enter this planet might not be able to breathe
-Like a snake trapped in a box with no holes
But this is not just a box, it’s a sphere
There are so many ways to breathe in this space; it is filled with holes
The sphere in itself is a giant hole
Where many creatures have teleported from different galaxies
Creatures with textures unimaginable
All texture has variety.
Without it, we would all be the same surface
Scratching your nose would feel like grass; holding a pen would feel like grass
-But not here
Every feeling is multi-layered, and music is not a simple hobby
The entire atmosphere is a theme song of rhythm
Where oxygen is not just a factor of life, but a forever flowing melody
Always changing and being sung to by even the smallest atom
Rhythm is unified by a train that will never be in reckoning of collision.
And to the guests and passengers who travel on this unknown vehicle
They might experience their day-to-day bus ride.
-But not I
I see a playground, and a universe
Where everything from uncreated existence is compiled into thoughts
And they define themselves at the simple wish of my command
Some who come here might only see space.
But this is not just any space.
This is my room.
There is no line here.
No shape. No texture. No rhythm.
There is only space.
At least that’s what the world sees
As they look into the telescope and travel with their eyes
They enter another planet; another world
But it is not just another world- It’s another dimension
There is line here.
Life is created of converging lines that intersect in polychromatic ways
It is here that these lines have created many forms- many shapes
Everything round starts with a cube
And those who enter this planet might not be able to breathe
-Like a snake trapped in a box with no holes
But this is not just a box, it’s a sphere
There are so many ways to breathe in this space; it is filled with holes
The sphere in itself is a giant hole
Where many creatures have teleported from different galaxies
Creatures with textures unimaginable
All texture has variety.
Without it, we would all be the same surface
Scratching your nose would feel like grass; holding a pen would feel like grass
-But not here
Every feeling is multi-layered, and music is not a simple hobby
The entire atmosphere is a theme song of rhythm
Where oxygen is not just a factor of life, but a forever flowing melody
Always changing and being sung to by even the smallest atom
Rhythm is unified by a train that will never be in reckoning of collision.
And to the guests and passengers who travel on this unknown vehicle
They might experience their day-to-day bus ride.
-But not I
I see a playground, and a universe
Where everything from uncreated existence is compiled into thoughts
And they define themselves at the simple wish of my command
Some who come here might only see space.
But this is not just any space.
This is my room.