Disclaimer : The stuff below is not suitable for a healthy mind. And I don't give a fuck about the traditions or writing skills. Labyrinthine.
Hello friends and foes and the ones whom I don't know. My mind is screwed. It can't comprehend the distribution of things. Some vessels are dead empty and noisy, and some are so full of divinity that they mute even your being. Disgust and awe. The fluctuations are beyond its grasp. Stability seems so strange. It is afraid of holding on. Confusion. Fuck. Beauty. How can it be? Where's the balance? Not then. Now maybe? Ask maybe? Decisions. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Sometimes it is just stuck. Stuck on the beauty of other beings. Other captivating minds. Concept of their existence. Reality can be far too amazing and perplexing than fiction. That conduit of the soul. That moment. Can't you freeze it forever? Or better, can't you delete it? To be or not to be? Sleep? Dream? Time is not linear. It has lost the index. Where's the order? Should there be? You won't understand. Or maybe you would. The scramble makes some sense, but scrambled are its senses too. Restrains? Hah.. you must be crazy. Free it was, free it is. The point is there, but can you hear?
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