#paradigms
Last night I was tracing my face. I felt my hollow eye sockets, my skull with all its details—my bones. I could feel all my bones. Just the mere thought of fully realizing that I am a walking skeleton and this flesh is nothing but a costume, waiting to be eaten by worms until it unravels what's beneath.
But neither of them is who I actually am.
My mind is a restless, vast universe shaped by concepts, thoughts, lives, different versions of existence, wide ranges of experiences, uncountable levels of perceptions. Fluid and formless. Yet, to be reduced into something static? When I look at my vague image in the mirror, I get stunned by the fact that this is what people get to perceive; this is the vessel that contains the deep oceans of my inner viscerality.
I feel betrayed. Maybe because who I am physically does not reflect my inner depth. It rather resembles my father's face,or is it his mother's? Or her mother's? Perhaps it's not what I believe it to be. I didn't own it, nor did I choose it. I've always felt this gap between my consciousness and my external state—the one that belongs to tangibility, the one they can easily define and label—while I feel boundless. My body and mind are two separated entities that don't belong to each other. And that incoherence! I can feel it tremendously.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
sit, relax and let your spine melt
into a cushion.
take me down to the bottom,
underneath your feet. Breathe.
do you feel it
drain down into your toes
and out your foot prints?
rest assured, that's my humble abode,
where you plant below, i stomp above.
rest assured, that's my humble abode.
we can dance on the landscape,
between the earth and undertow,
and boogie rhythms until late,
let's just not talk about it,
make peace with parasites,
the living and the dead,
do you feel it escape?
let's just not talk about it.
rest assured, that's peace with paradigms.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
*Sacramental Elixir & Illuminated Blues,
Experimental Flauntings Of Her Midsummer Hues,
Radioactive Eyes & Her Fairytale Lies,
Seductive Abuses Across The New Divide,
Vivid Intersections In Her Phenomenal Rage,
Shatterproof Reflections Splattered Upstage,
Midnight Passions Of Her Perplexed Lust,
Starlight Rains Glittering Hybrid Dusts,
Transitional Paradigms & Engineered Moans,
Theatrical Concoctions In Her Symphonic Tones,
Flirtatious Illuminations Under The Darkest Light,
Stained Animations Igniting Kryptonite,
Palisades Of Her Collated Reflections,
Cascades Emitting Her Sedated Projections,
Contraband Infatuation Resonating Magnetic Love,
Raving Constellations Provocating Atomic Dove,
Divine Catharsis Of Her Cupid Amour Eternity,
Valentine Bliss Mystifying Her Restrained Insanity,
Charismatic Futility & ****** Binge,
Cinematic Tranquility Emanating From Her Bulletproof Sins,
Neon Subways & Fragile Foreplays,
Sensual Arrays Of Her Red-Light Decays.
- 03:53AM -*
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Upon every arrival of every celestial birth,
There is only one common normality.
A susceptibility to an infinitesimal design,
A kink in the chain, the war of our mind.
This psychosomatic condition is no stranger,
A rendition of life’s existence.
Confinement exacerbated by poor health in the gut line,
Hormonal imbalances manipulated by addictive influences.
Paradigms shifting in front of awakening eyes,
Psychedelic truths hidden within the tides of time,
Confusion and conflict preventing expansion of evolutionary consciousness,
A cyclic pattern, the sadness in all our lives.
This idea is immortal and internal in the human genome,
The greatest subterfuge,
Amnesia
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC