Intensity Ensues
I’ve no right to complain about it, but it has no right to invade and take over either… Relentless, eager, and willing, this intensity is chains; a buried black box; timeless and empty, waiting to ensnare…
And behold! I have stumbled into the void-like vacuum of my own creation. Weightlessly falling as the nothing trembles in anticipation of my realization that we are one and the same. However, equality is not, and it is greater than I, even if only momentarily. But here, the moments are eternal with the limitless reach of that that is and always shall be. Intangible, yet overbearing and seeking its own reasons—truths… Forethought is irrelevant in such a state, for thought is such a state of irrelevancy in the roaring quiet that blinds the minds’ eye. As the tourniquet is loosened, the poison that is reality floods the nothing and brings forth painful sensations of unattended mindfulness.
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