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i get farther and farther, some might say closer, the dimness creates a real picture, a machine making itself, i see now that each moment is infinite, it is beyond you or i, existing in real time, seconds are only as real as those which come next, the memory is fiction, and most of my "awakes" are warm now, could i feel "those" as what "is," that fuzzy, hazy blanket that covers and spends minutes without awareness, they dont exist out there, there is much closed off outside, the sounds are an illusion, even the scary ones, i could be happy now, but i want to be happy later, i will feel better later, for now i sit in a warm, dimly lit kitchen, absorbing and emitting, here lies the center of the universe, in all its' incarnations, a shadow creating shadows of itself, looking inward from an inward point of view, while i do the same, through these windows, filter shade from sunshine, and allow God to exist with you, through all time, you have written every word you have ever read, who's to say you havent, who's to say anything at all about anything. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 06:09 AM PST, midnite_raver 10 • 0
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