I am deep.
I am discovering different layers of myself.
I am exploring levels I did not know existed.

Madness.
Mellow madness.

Is the sun rising, or setting?
Perhaps both?

If I stare to long I might fall into another world.

With another sun.

Another clock.

Another space.

First I must cross through darkness and never look back.

I am not sure if this is inviting,
but I cant look away.

I believe I must change my state of consciousness
or I might explode.

So calm.
Yet Livid.

I draw without intent.

I discover new parts of the I.
The eye.

Holding the key to a place beyond my reality,
into my imagination,
and through the gates into an octave unknown.

Am I alone?

Perhaps its just me and the sunrise.
Perhaps there is just the sunset.

Always rising.
Always setting.

Serene and psychotic.
Peace and chaos.

Existing as one.

In a ball of black smoke.

...I need a place to breathe.