it's a constant stream of consciousness, the ultimate truth about how art and inspiration are just your perception and interpretation of life and the reality around you. listen to a song, and pause as the narration flows through your mind like sand through your hands β slipping through the hourglass and never staying quite on key. when your mind is always two steps ahead of the ink.
bury me with a pen, because god knows iβll forever live in this altered state, and iβm destined to die here.
itβs about how everything makes you feel β how youβre more than human because you understand the true meaning behind the infinite universe and everything encompassing it. a super(ior) perspective. forever a self born monster with the hungry desire to dissect all in sight; until it means anything.
with all synapses firing, you understand the theories and ideas of the great intellectuals; the divine knowledge of utmost reality β art, beauty, life, humanity, and enlightenment. then you reach the darker side of the path; the bruised affair kept hidden from sight β the truth and knowledge and understanding of the mind of the serial killer, the sociopath, the ******; and the overwhelming desire to act upon it all. an unbearable struggle and battle within yourself to shut out the violence, to mask the hate and brutality β tucked in a corner for later analysis.
the truth is, this is enlightenment. ultimate inspiration and insight to reality. this state of being reaches your infinite heights, and these ideas are your pure gold philosophy. shine on, you crazy diamond.
november 10th, 2010.
this was me at my sickest, most addicted state. this is an echo of the worst schizophrenic episode I ever had.
I was only sixteen years old.
this was not truth. this was NOT enlightenment. this was the worst secret and delusion to ever haunt my soul.
