"If the universe is infinite; why do I feel so constricted?"
In the silence of space is where I found solace. An ever lasting comfort to an endless suffering. Without a question of how or why, I dissolve into the ocean of space. Fear is but a mere memory, a distant haze to be carried away by the wind. And as the pendulum of time sways from side to side, I am stuck in a place where time stands still. While my body may someday die and wither away, my mind remains in the infinite cosmos where time does not exist.
There is a doorway into the embodiment of all knowledge, but to understand we must first forget all else. Two paths remain unseen: The path of perception, and the path of existence. Without one, we could not have the other. So why is it that we choose to ignore existence, and let our own perceptions become a riddle of contradictions? The way in which we percieve things is the way in which we accept the world to be. And the things we are told, we hold to be truth. But how can we truly know anything without our own experience? How are we expected to behold the truth and knowledge of all, if we are forbidden the taste of that which is eternal? We were given the gift of love and the ability to love others, but can this ever be enough? There are many unaswered questions that will forever remain behind this empty door of knowledge.
There are no stars out tonight, if only we had kept our eyes open, we could see them for what they are. I was blind before, but then I saw light. I've seen who you really are, and it frightens me. I've fallen from the highest of places, to only safely land on my feet. Yet, nothing has scared me quite like this. The deepest reaches of space hold my mind captive now, and memories of the past are kept safely tucked away, to never be heard from again. The thought of tomorrow is just a thought, and the memory of yesterday forever remains a memory. The present is all that can exist, therefore, time cannot truly exist in any one spot.
Communication through vibrations of sound, this is the way we were taught. Our first instinctual reflex to express ourselves. Without this simple yet complex idea, life aas we know it would not exist. As humans we are but creatures given the gift to become intelligent and civilized. But we have been given a very disstinctive curse as well. We always find the need of more, we can never be satisfied with the knowledge we possess, there is always room for more exploration. We were given an infinte sky to forever search, until we are doomed to disappear into the never ending reaches of space. What we have is never good enough, even if what we have is the best. It's simply human nature, as long as we are given thought, we will have an insatiable desire for more. Intelligence is but a state of mind, a block in the way of true happiness. Too bad.
As I fall into the abyss, and my breath begins to cease, I've only ever thought of one thing. And I'm still not sure how it makes me feel... I only wish I knew why. I've discovered my inspiration, but I remain in the shadows of an answer to why this means so much to me. I care, and that's what makes my heart beat.
We attempt at cleansing our souls, in the water that we cherish as life. But our minds remain toxic, never to be purified. Things are not as they seem, on the other side, but we still try to believe. I've searched for my answers in all the wrong places. But now I'm beginning to understand that here, where time stands still, my questions have had their answers all along. I was simply too blind to see. But now I can see the light, and I can only hope to understand. I've felt so trapped, but maybe someday my mind truly will be free. And I will be able to explore that which is infinte. I've dreamed of tomorrow, but it will only exist in my thoughts never to be confused with actuality that is the present.
"Drinking in the moisture from the air, I am so dry. Let me get a sip of what you want me to say, I am so thirsty."
