So depressed not being able to understand this void…
Something’s missing and hasn’t been there for so long….
‘I’m not understanding the way to decode the language of emptiness that fills up my inside and bit by bit he’s been developing the ability to dye the light into a deep darkness state of confusion and unsolicited surrender-ness’ he reflected
‘who are you?’
‘what do you want from
‘what are you trying to tell me?’
if only these messages were more authentic, logic and less demagogic ….as ….there’s no reason to reject the wonders of aliveness
Perfect is the image perceived by the spectators , fake is the one released by the naked truth, He thought
‘who do you want to see?’
‘the real me or the ‘what I could be’ me?’ he whispered
This path is the return one, there’s not one to come and one to go.
Longer shorter days giving me the chance to nourish the heart
Mundane experiences sealed as rubber stamps on my skin, intending to be part of the past, with unattained outcomes….
How to enjoy the deepness of this physicality when this indescribable ghosts don’t want to let go….
Is it my Ego mind boycotting my triumphs?…
or simply this incapacity to understand the void language
Trying to fully convince myself that the Universe is speaking to me through gnomic messages?
Maybe this is a new way of communicating I need to master to feed this thirsty whole of emptiness .
…..to be continued