Senseless
Sublimely slipping into a gravity well, as the floor beneath me easily flows downward giving a vague sense of form to the invisible vortex just beneath my feet.
The surroundings slip away, pieces chipping away and eroding, almost dissolving and I see only nothing in their place.
I thought it was myself, my thoughts causing this, but I think I was mistaken, perhaps another part of me unconsciously caused this. I remember though it was warm out that everything seemed cool, though no breeze artificial or natural was apparent.
I have to, HAVE to believe everything happens for a reason, I try to calculate my own actions when I'm able, even the seemingly unsound ones. I have a theory that the more bizarre the behavior the more cunning the underlying intent.
To be honest though these days it's hard to believe in anything, I don't trust my senses, I think my subconscious is conspiring with my consciousness to royally fuck me over, I mean really really fuck me over.
The surroundings slip away, pieces chipping away and eroding, almost dissolving and I see only nothing in their place.
I thought it was myself, my thoughts causing this, but I think I was mistaken, perhaps another part of me unconsciously caused this. I remember though it was warm out that everything seemed cool, though no breeze artificial or natural was apparent.
I have to, HAVE to believe everything happens for a reason, I try to calculate my own actions when I'm able, even the seemingly unsound ones. I have a theory that the more bizarre the behavior the more cunning the underlying intent.
To be honest though these days it's hard to believe in anything, I don't trust my senses, I think my subconscious is conspiring with my consciousness to royally fuck me over, I mean really really fuck me over.