Affinity
By Neurosine
If I sampled reality a million times a second, nothing could escape me, if i lied and said you're a brilliant mind, would you let your soul pervade me? If time weren't a constant, and no one was conscience, of self, would there be chemistry? Of course...of course there would be. If I opened my mind a million times, and soaked in infinity, would I be blind, or wise and sublime, would I even remember me? Don't think so, don't think I would be, fit for existence. We ask and ask why, so much sorrow, when we come to know, how impersonal reality can be. You and me, we're different and the same, It depends on the plane, we wax and wane, into our worlds. When can we dance together? When we must, I suppose, drop trepidations, made of warnings and signs, on cartesian coordinates, dots...dots and lines... useful lies, for a time. We must remember to unlearn them again, then begin, to exist, transist, actualize, realize, touch each other again. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 10:13 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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