:: 4:36 :: (Mildly NSFW)
soundcheck : Motorcycle - As the Rush Comes (AVB Universal Religion Remix)
I inch my way through the crack that presents itself from an unclosed door - I gently part the entrance to sneak a visit to that space I left behind.
I find nothing familiar - nothing ties me to a singular entity or locale that I can call an anchor.
I am hit by a free-floating wave of consciousness. I realise - this is a reflection of the path I've chosen. There is a paradox. Here and now, I am unfeeling - yet I cannot explain the mystery. Is that nostalgia who heaves a weary sigh? For I am sure regret has long departed from the premises.
Whatever the mix, this is a bland cocktail that presents itself - one that fails to charm me with a horrid and bitter after taste.
I realise then, what lies before me: I am surveying a wreckage.
I question once more. Why is there nothing left to salvage?
Because although I have closed my heart and eyes upon that space - it has continued to burn in my absence.
It is time to walk away.
The door must stay shut.
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spoken. at 9:05 AM
soundcheck : Motorcycle - As the Rush Comes (AVB Universal Religion Remix)
I inch my way through the crack that presents itself from an unclosed door - I gently part the entrance to sneak a visit to that space I left behind.
I find nothing familiar - nothing ties me to a singular entity or locale that I can call an anchor.
I am hit by a free-floating wave of consciousness. I realise - this is a reflection of the path I've chosen. There is a paradox. Here and now, I am unfeeling - yet I cannot explain the mystery. Is that nostalgia who heaves a weary sigh? For I am sure regret has long departed from the premises.
Whatever the mix, this is a bland cocktail that presents itself - one that fails to charm me with a horrid and bitter after taste.
I realise then, what lies before me: I am surveying a wreckage.
I question once more. Why is there nothing left to salvage?
Because although I have closed my heart and eyes upon that space - it has continued to burn in my absence.
It is time to walk away.
The door must stay shut.
_
spoken. at 9:05 AM
