A conversation with myself
A conversation with myself:
I woke up quick to the sound of the stars falling.
I let my eye gaze up again only seconds later, to see the sky was once again a shade of blue still fighting off the white of the clouds.
This morning is another day, an other chance to set the small time alarm to the end of our existence.
If existence is familiar,this isnt existing
Nothing about this still place is familiar.
And If this is "existing" what kind of experience is it?
All I know(for now) is that I am here.
I woke up quick to the sound of the stars falling.
I let my eye gaze up again only seconds later, to see the sky was once again a shade of blue still fighting off the white of the clouds.
This morning is another day, an other chance to set the small time alarm to the end of our existence.
If existence is familiar,this isnt existing
Nothing about this still place is familiar.
And If this is "existing" what kind of experience is it?
All I know(for now) is that I am here.