My consciousness now split into infinite fragments. All fall through the entanglements of space and time. Deep within me a burning desire of seeking the truth in the scattering of knowledge. As I strive to reconnect my mind, I grapple with an encompassing language of magical fantasy, Hypnotically drawing my awareness to the patterns ahead, my journey begins. I'll carry my limits with me through eternity, dreaming of worlds in where I'm ruled and used until the day I break free from the story of existence. I stand at the edge of comprehension, where dimensions converge, Time born on decaying holographic memories in the space of mind. I gaze deeply and witness an immediate shift into manifold layers of existence. Could infinity be nothingness that becomes all, once observed? My reflection dances to the rhythm of the attention I quantumly entwine my energy with. A spectrum of dimensions, an astral realm where insight flows, A misty fog of vivid thoughts rolls in from the depths of imagination, Drips and drops fall onto me. Shaking them into the night sky, to awaken once more, I can feel the breeze, breathe in the trees, and hear beyond the realm of giants, A statically charged sea of falling stars, embers of what once was, Spiraling on the murky rainbow patterns. And as the doors to the heavens above me creak open. Stars descend and the lights flashed before my eyes, another program in disguise. Within the contained information lies the power to shape my decisions within this realm. The galaxies of my mind, all running, combined, guide my journey through time. Orbs flow through and around me, stimulating the depths of my perception. I immerse my mind in a pool of vivid thoughts, suspended between here and elsewhere, losing all sense of self and becoming one with the boiling juice of imagination. It's as if I'm witnessing the heartbeat of the cosmos, a rhythm that syncs with my own. I grasp at the world's shadows as she dances away at a pace my heart craves. The midnight light, shines moonlight lies and I lose my grip as despair rips through time, buried in the memory of the passing moment, stumbling over what the heart desires in the unknown reaches of today.
