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Strange Things occur when you're passed out on the couch after studying cloud formations and cyclonic patterns until four in the morning in order to finish your undergraduate degree by taking an intermittently time-consuming online class. Strange Things like a ritual created with Tuvan throaght singing, scratching on the underside of cardboard boxes, and cylindrical waves outside a glass house, and then I am taken over by a Force that starts within and turns back on me, a force beyond my control. The overtones are palpable, and they grasp me by my throught and I can't breathe. All I can do is surrender to the Sound and whimper as I join its immensity...
...and then wake up. Wonder if it was 'real', hope that I'm not experiencing symptoms of epilepsy again, and re-awaken my limbs. And since then I've been different, like I've been let in on a secret that only applies to me. More in the Now, more appreciative of all that surrounds me. I feel like I could leave and it would be allright; everyone knows what they need to, and I am Myself and understood and also I am not Myself and I can let go of that, of the ego and just Be. I'm not sure if any of this is making sense, or will make sense in the morning, but I wanted to let everyone know that I Love You and even when I'm having trouble balancing, I'm still there; resonating in the distance. Also, I've been missing those who know what my eggs taste like and who will cook jasmine rice and apple pie with me ceaselessly. Be Love and thanks for all the eyelash bugs.
...and then wake up. Wonder if it was 'real', hope that I'm not experiencing symptoms of epilepsy again, and re-awaken my limbs. And since then I've been different, like I've been let in on a secret that only applies to me. More in the Now, more appreciative of all that surrounds me. I feel like I could leave and it would be allright; everyone knows what they need to, and I am Myself and understood and also I am not Myself and I can let go of that, of the ego and just Be. I'm not sure if any of this is making sense, or will make sense in the morning, but I wanted to let everyone know that I Love You and even when I'm having trouble balancing, I'm still there; resonating in the distance. Also, I've been missing those who know what my eggs taste like and who will cook jasmine rice and apple pie with me ceaselessly. Be Love and thanks for all the eyelash bugs.