You can easily drive yourself mad, with iron pain-stakes piercing the brain, trying to express in parts what is only understood as a whole; attempting to convey, in linear form, a perception that requires point A and B to merge, as into a third eye unrestricted from it’s vantage-point, as if it’s omniscient citizenship has no country and is a brother in every strange land.
Peace is at the center of a heavily guarded, painstakingly complex labyrinth of stomach cramps, heart-pangs, and headaches, which only get worse when treated with what doctors tell you is medicine, whereas before long the whole thing becomes an impossible hallucination
He told me not to think too much. Still, ransom and cryptic, where I was well aware of where I wasn’t, obviously lost, I thought on…
What does one do when their desire lies out of reach, beyond the limits of metaphysical marvels, outside the fleeting boundary of space and time, on the other side of reality? Where does one go when the roads all lead to nowhere and the dead-ends are full of people cheering you on? How does one survive as rotten fruit infects the entire tree? Where does one exist when his Love is bouncing around a multi-verse, in and out of it through some ethereal pearly gate, while the corporeal daydream is imprisoned in it’s own mind?
...fuck it... Everything is true somewhere and everything is false elsewhere so long as you’re everywhere
You are the inflator of this party balloon.
Words are infectious, and once stirred around in the brain, start spontaneously generating across the vigintillion pathways of your macrocosm mind.
This is the land where the drains have been activated and left out to evaporate. Where the state of waiting ages quickly, essential to monogamous infinity. This vicinity requires tolerance, crazed by a virtue of longing, and cannot be overlooked as a normality among the unaware. Beware, for the underlying contents are not frivolous comments in the opinion of one John Doe. Nor were they written to hand in for grading and critique, only summoned through light years and the hours between, on end. Mends charmed in a too lugubrious and circuitous saga. There are no answers but those of your own. Loan yourself the time and keep inside the lines to keep in mind you’ve never been here until now.
