i've been spending my nights in a way where the two lines between this night turning into the next blur.
living in a state where time is limitless, where the rules of the body have no reign on the thought-life.
where prayer & meditation can never be extinguished.
where i am no longer a physical facet
but now an idea. a motion-filled truth (or adherence of).
where i am not looking to leave traces,
but let truth leave its distinguishable emblems on me.
where 12% is conversation.
and 88% is the miracles happening inter-cellularly therein.
what beautiful, ravenous, rapture to never ..be..
the importance of me has diminished. it
was never a fight against myself,
but more of a translucent,
as more of the figment of what i wanted to become floated upwards,
and the condensed, saturated, heavy dew of truth began to fall from the