It could not be my fault, to have been one of those who always has something to express. Today I express myself one more time.
Time is another dimension, floating out there and no matter if it seems to be known, I guess I am just an stranger inhabitant of one of the infinite planets affected. I am lost in the biggest journey through time, just turning around over the hour hand. And it looks like anything stops, like everything goes but after all I cannot stop the sensation that time has changed to be a bigger illusion. Feels like is going slower when according to it, was rapidly flowing.
So I am here, without the deepest knowledge of the laws, so I am exposed to an illusion, to every kind of illusion. Sometimes I have doubts with time and actions, because we plan with the security that tomorrow will come, and we build with the illusion to make reality stronger.
I wish both.
But we lost material every moment, we always have to measure, to pass by. Too many black holes surrounding earth and we waiting for Time to take his time.
Sometimes to many things to say that we want to lengthen, as we joint the forever, as we should avoid the deepest feelings, our deepest fears and we rather continue living to half capacity.
But no, we should explore the limits showing some hardness. We need to continue advancing, deciding next step with the spirit force. Vibrations in the inner space extended invitations to the outer space, as me to you... as me to you.
Time is using a mask I never saw before, in the last moments of his tale, it has putted some invisible lines, hidden lines; giving every moment an extension. Mind crawls and between illusions I guess I know how to continue believing in the map of consciousness I found but what about the rest of us. We should be protected from fall in the "nothing", take a candle and believe with faith that we know something, the day we stop believing we will stop holding life. Knowledge.
I am not complete I need the rest of us.
In this path of existence I may feel and be totally romanticist, but if it is not that, whats the other manner to see life, when you love is the only way to save something insider than the mind.
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