Lately my mind has been in a jumble. I've been wondering things, things like: how do I know I'm in love? why can't I just do x? why do people act like x? do I like her or does she like me? what if she likes me but I don't like her? how is stupid possible when the human race has the obvious ability to talk and the obvious ability to find right answers?
I decided to take a break, close my eyes. I've never felt like this before.
I see a blank canvas, although I know it isn't blank as I know that blank isn't a thing. I know it isn't a canvas because it has a shape, a shape where I can not pinpoint any location other than ""here."
It's always black and it's always white. Out of this indescribable color I see an innumerable amount of shapes all with an uncountable number of sides and they all follow unreal motions and walk on paths which I do and do not know are there.
I can describe this indescribable monument because it is always the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I sleep. I see it when I blink and I see it when I fall and I see it when I look too fast and I see it out of the corner of my eye when I choose not to sleep some nights just so I don't see it.
It's like shag carpeting, except it's in more dimension that 2 and has a mind of it's own and can reach and grab and pull and pry and stalk and breath and I don't like it.
I decided to take a break, close my eyes. I've never felt like this before.
I see a blank canvas, although I know it isn't blank as I know that blank isn't a thing. I know it isn't a canvas because it has a shape, a shape where I can not pinpoint any location other than ""here."
It's always black and it's always white. Out of this indescribable color I see an innumerable amount of shapes all with an uncountable number of sides and they all follow unreal motions and walk on paths which I do and do not know are there.
I can describe this indescribable monument because it is always the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I sleep. I see it when I blink and I see it when I fall and I see it when I look too fast and I see it out of the corner of my eye when I choose not to sleep some nights just so I don't see it.
It's like shag carpeting, except it's in more dimension that 2 and has a mind of it's own and can reach and grab and pull and pry and stalk and breath and I don't like it.