Sitting between spaces I feel mini reds to the left with mini whites to the right.
Perhaps a pseudo reflection of the surrounds. Accurate to say the least.
Numbness is a common thought as of late, empty tranquility. Is it good? I don’t know to be honest. Is joy emptiness, or a mere lack of the contrary?
The serenity soothes. Welcomed, yet hard to release, sweet, but sticks to the skin. This rarely seen honey tingles the buds like all is well, like all problems are non discrete. Inexistent, yet ever persistent in all conscious minds.
Not as before. Grown. Grown completely. For the better, in control.
Maybe they are. Maybe the mind over corrupts the true thoughts. Maybe the opposite.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
Sitting between spaces I feel mini reds to the left with mini whites to the right.
Perhaps a pseudo reflection of the surrounds. Accurate to say the least.
Numbness is a common thought as of late, empty tranquility. Is it good? I don’t know to be honest. Is joy emptiness, or a mere lack of the contrary?
The serenity soothes. Welcomed, yet hard to release, sweet, but sticks to the skin. This rarely seen honey tingles the buds like all is well, like all problems are non discrete. Inexistent, yet ever persistent in all conscious minds.
Not as before. Grown. Grown completely. For the better, in control.
Maybe they are. Maybe the mind over corrupts the true thoughts. Maybe the opposite.
