The human.
Conditioning in the air.
Full of experience.
Just a feeling we all have.
The same different sensations.
Expressions of the need to control.
And the need to let go.
Intoxication.
With the sense of power.
Intimidation.
Taking from another what we want as ours.
Inalienable.
The fantasy of separation.
A soul’s blessed union.
An exit to the wrong direction.
Discretionary.
Images of perfection.
Divorced from the perception.
The successful speculation.
Chaos.
Random acts of science.
Inexplicably explicit.
All that grows will die.
While all that dies will nourish.
And all that nourishes will come to life.
Truth has no need to be spoken.
This is the way.
Nobody knows where it goes.
This is the only way.
In circles.
Always running away from reflections.
For the exertion of energy.
Forced.
Going nowhere.
For the destination.
Travelling.
Not for the journey.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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It's much like a lifelong traveler constantly searching for a temple that might not exist at all