i'm not.

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.. 

in control.

the importance of me has diminished. it

was never a fight against myself, 

but more of a translucent,

diminishing surrender.

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

extraterrestrial origin.