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And I was there. The walls were alive. Breathing. “Who are you?” . . . . . “I am Nothing. I am Opposite. I am Void. I am Absence.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had returned from that place. Asking the same question I was asked there. "I am... Excited by the dancing of colors and the movement of sound. I am entranced by her touch,    a slave to her warmth,       eternally awaiting her beckon. I am the introspective self lost inside the infinitesimally infinite space between the question and the answer. For now. "
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
The Introspection Chronicles: Part 1
And I was there. The walls were alive. Breathing. “Who are you?” . . . . . “I am Nothing. I am Opposite. I am Void. I am Absence.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had returned from that place. Asking the same question I was asked there. "I am... Excited by the dancing of colors and the movement of sound. I am entranced by her touch,    a slave to her warmth,       eternally awaiting her beckon. I am the introspective self lost inside the infinitesimally infinite space between the question and the answer. For now. "
The first half in on acid and the second half is just me.
#introspection#acidtrip
Juxtapos3d
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Juxtapos3d
Fife, WA
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
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