falling




















falling
i see the psychedelic colours




may i rise through the dungeons
the steel bars of my optics

the stories never begin


feel
soaring down
i rise below the bars of colours
i hear the melody of my soul

it is a familiar laughter
looping around me

specters lift me back up
but please
let me fall













i will not reach the bottom
i will not reach the top









let me fall
that i may rise
let me close my eyes
that i may see

there is no reason
there is no madness
overwhelm by its nothingness
i feel as much as i could
the deepening sensation

cut me through

no i don't like holes.
those that create a net of infinite black spots on a canvas
i cannot see
through

for me to end
how
when it has no beginning

there is no present
only a perpetual flux

a net of consciousness
of imagination
past
future
No PRESENT

absolutely
this second passes even before you acknowledges it








things are changing shades
let me remember them
before they become illusions

but breathe................................................................................

i want to be free

free
free
free
free
free
free
free
free
free
free
free
free

don't say it too often. it hurts.




anyway

the first will be the last
and the last the first


hello.
nobody's here
the party's not started



hearing the echo of silence?



























fall
that you may rise
descend and ascend



think of me beyond what you think of me.