physical pain, indeed
won't you take a holiday with me?: ... want to see something i wrote about physical pain?
gardy: no
won't you take a holiday with me?: For some reason, whenever I force my Self to the needle cutting through my flesh, my Soul feels as if the pain was too great to withstand and suddenly a rage unties inside my body. It's my Soul trying to leave his temple, looking for serenity and peace. For that moment I realize I'm not one, but three. And as my Spirit is overwhelmed by the fight, it lays aside in silence waiting for my Soul to end its struggle and fail to leave the Temple... my body. Unable to do so, my Soul faints and all I can see is my Self, pure and nude. But it is not time yet, I must arise. Against my will I leave that space trapped in time, were everything just is. Suddenly I see... but no one saw. A reminder of my present insignificance now hangs from my body. For a moment I am humble, for I saw my nudity. But yet, I walk down the street and thru the eyes of the selfish I see my body as that of an animal, which is pierced, marked or branded to be identified among all of its own kind. Suddenly I see... but no one saw.
gardy: no
won't you take a holiday with me?: For some reason, whenever I force my Self to the needle cutting through my flesh, my Soul feels as if the pain was too great to withstand and suddenly a rage unties inside my body. It's my Soul trying to leave his temple, looking for serenity and peace. For that moment I realize I'm not one, but three. And as my Spirit is overwhelmed by the fight, it lays aside in silence waiting for my Soul to end its struggle and fail to leave the Temple... my body. Unable to do so, my Soul faints and all I can see is my Self, pure and nude. But it is not time yet, I must arise. Against my will I leave that space trapped in time, were everything just is. Suddenly I see... but no one saw. A reminder of my present insignificance now hangs from my body. For a moment I am humble, for I saw my nudity. But yet, I walk down the street and thru the eyes of the selfish I see my body as that of an animal, which is pierced, marked or branded to be identified among all of its own kind. Suddenly I see... but no one saw.