This is my crazy universe. The sheer ridiculous beauty of it all... The pointlessness. The completeness. The absoluteness. The 3.24 am-ness…
The sheer peace.
It’s a special subliminal eternal moment. And I am writing trash.
Perhaps if I keep re-visiting myself this way often enough, I can become myself once again.
Inertia. Hunger. Numbness. Pure joy.
There is a deep strong beautiful responsive thing. Soul. It’s still there.
Words. Blankness. Music. Silence. Lingering. Finality.
How can anything be complete ever? Time is always moving. How meaningless to even have aspired for completeness, let alone fretted over it... It’s so natural! The state of incompleteness…
Recipe for inner realization and clarity.
Overwork, sleep deprivation. Music at 3 am in a dark room. Sit cross-legged before a laptop wearing headphones listening to silence and attain true knowledge of the self.
Knowing oneself. Self-ish-ness. Self-less-ness. Self-ful-ness.
The sheer peace.
It’s a special subliminal eternal moment. And I am writing trash.
Perhaps if I keep re-visiting myself this way often enough, I can become myself once again.
Inertia. Hunger. Numbness. Pure joy.
There is a deep strong beautiful responsive thing. Soul. It’s still there.
Words. Blankness. Music. Silence. Lingering. Finality.
How can anything be complete ever? Time is always moving. How meaningless to even have aspired for completeness, let alone fretted over it... It’s so natural! The state of incompleteness…
Recipe for inner realization and clarity.
Overwork, sleep deprivation. Music at 3 am in a dark room. Sit cross-legged before a laptop wearing headphones listening to silence and attain true knowledge of the self.
Knowing oneself. Self-ish-ness. Self-less-ness. Self-ful-ness.
1 comment:
It really feels good to write and get back in touch with your'self' right? Can feel the peace and relief in your words. Love your style.Keep it coming. The "trash" is highly readable :)
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