Life, is feasible. Yet almost impossible to understand, on the same course it perhaps is rather adaptive. Crude in nature, like a virus hacking into a matrix of infinite possibility, balancing itself through transformation, seeking empty holes and filling it with feel.
All jokes, words, laughs, shared and missed are stored indefinitely in an empty space which has no definition other than what you give it. This information either travels or gets conveyed somehow, but its never lost, information will always remain scattered around you. One whole moment of experience, where I sat on a cold chair and felt my heart beat against a wall, with a deep belief in the fact that I will never let go of any of you and your oblivious minds, I have etched myself upon your expanse of knowledge, and you will be hinted to recall each time you will to forget.
The never ending revolutionary movement has made a hole in my chest, I look right through it and wish it would stop, just for one moment. Just to make me realize that it's real, as real as you and me. Just so I realize the importance of such a phenomenon to come into coordinated existence and precision so deep that my brain twists in convulsions each time I try suck in the idea that we're in the middle of nothing.
Nothing in itself is meaningless.
But the rotation and revolution will never cease, this non compromised lock of eternal love, spins endlessly almost exactly like time passes by in this one single direction with my eyes wide, wild, still and gathering. Each circle, holds its breath. I saw him walk right in the same room 29 seconds ago, I timed him for the second time and it was the exact same time as before. But that's impossible, unless the gigantic circles were to stop, just for a moment of stillness and then reoccur, one insignificant second, To send me hurtling back to reality. Unless my heart stopped beating, and I stopped to exist for the moment and the space that I acquire in this vast expanse of nothingness, stopped existing for that fraction, with me. Without me.
Unless we are all part of a self duplicating, reversible and repetitive pattern.
What exactly is going on? I'm sorry, I missed that. My coffee is too warm. There is no reason for the information to travel to the central processing unit first and then to the affected area, shouldn't it travel directly to make it more efficient? Wait, are you trying to tell me something?
Questions, excite us. Provide a purpose even if you don't understand me, you know exactly how I feel. We want to go in so deep, over and over. Never letting go, just holding on to the quickening pace of your heart, the physical boundaries flailing in peace, content and emasculated at the same time, stuck in this catatonic wave motion still not letting go, this deep religious raving of the conscious circle.
You must've been asleep all the while.
