Schism, the devourment,
Clarity of mind beyond the firmament,
the edge of existing,
struck between two places,
a world found between spaces,
another plane of being,
way of seeing,
as we retrieve,
fact from fiction,
storybook tales allegorical, in relation,
to these codes unlocked,
practiced daily as sure as the clock,
ticks so we can perceive,
the forest through the trees.
Before I fall asleep, as I am running for the bus, when I am carefully applying my makeup…
My mind is flooded with ideas, inspiration and poetry…how can I possibly catch up?
If only I had my pen and paper in hand I think,
I wonder to myself, should I just drop everything?
Life consumes me and the magically perfect ideas dissolve into the dark and silent abyss of my mind
A subconscious narrative that later plays on repeat….everything is just fine.
Something changed in my brain and suddenly I was on a roll.
I was no longer stagnant, everything just flowed.
The words came pouring out, there was a lightness in my chest.
Even though on the outside thing seemed the same, something changed in my brain.