You scrape the sky
Teach me how to be you
To be devoid of emotion and to feel you
You are math, I am spirit
I only win in the end
I only win in the end
They can only lose me
In the end
-V
"Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks
What's to happen tomorrow?
What led me here?
I can't have imagined any of this.
Am I imagining this?
I'm constantly chased by the end of a sentence.
And the pen in his hand, drags against tired paper.
How am I to finish this chapter?
Do I honestly want to finish it?
Or have my four walls finally had enough?
But I see space sometimes. A clear horizon that stretches through any wall I have imagined.
I am moving towards it. My eyes shut as I pass through walls with much ease.
I see mirrors.
I break into a run.
I imagine obstacles.
I dismiss them.
I create walls.
Fucking walls.
I'm angry.
I tear through.
I see light beyond light.
My eyes feel like I'm on fire.
I'm spinning furiously.
You're momentarily concerned.
"Hello?"
"Hm? Oh, sorry. Lost in thought"
We continue.
I am shaken.
I am still.
D.W
