mirroring each other's fate
dancing to conquer the hate
having to laugh out loud
crying away from the crowd
touched by intuitive sensations
lost in a world of imagination
ticking away a hopeful future
displaying a limitless suture
teaching the taught
living with wrought
surrounded by peers
covered in tears
delusional hope
yet still having to cope
to cope with the pain of brokenness
but writing with the illusion of openness

the universe is its own sphere of subjective reality
nothingness is objective reality
so if nothing is outside of everything, how did everything get created inside of nothing?
is creation creation?
what is creation and what's the opposite?
we're not alone in this adventure towards unification
there are other lineages outside of this place
it's going to be like Star Trek
will humans be dominated by more advanced species?





striving toward equilibrium in every aspect of life

I know to aim toward purpose,
but I'm always drunk off of subjectivity.

Inside is out and outside is in,
orbiting consciousness

Influence to influence
to not be heavily influenced

How can I think clearly
when the fog of traumatization surrounds me?