Swallowed, in between worlds,
I feel the longing in belonging.
I have swallowed my words
And subjected the power to access them.

I have discovered new worlds
And forgotten my own one.
I stopped dwelling on my past
because I know I had none.

The warrior inside myself
was slowly making its way up.
I let myself being conquered
And I almost forgot who I am.

I am now not choosing my words anymore,
they choose me.
I am not being challenged by life furthermore,
I challenge it up.

I love my body but I know I am not the body.

I identify myself with my mind but I know I am not the mind.

I know I'm an immortal energy
And none of the materialistic things matter to me anymore.