"When I get better"

It was her mantra for the longest of time

But I knew, deep down, she was never going to get better.

It is so strange to keep quiet about every observation I made. I was just seeing the world spin slowly to a stop, to the eventual destination that everyone else tried so hard to avoid

Half the time I don't feel real or physical, or that I'm here, perhaps this is what people call denial, but I think I've seen true denial, and that is one ugly motherfucker

There is a kind of slowness that is so hard to describe. Obviously. Everything has slowed, even the mind. Yet

In a paradoxical way, everything is so fast, the mind is both left behind, and leaving everything behind

A kind of cryptic code that sits there, an impression, you know and feel it, but you cannot verbalize it

It makes me wonder about why I shared to some, and not to others, and these others are people that I believe would care about it

And then I shared to unexpected persons, it didn't even make sense, but maybe, it does

Maybe it does

A kind of unfolding that's perhaps

It's crazy

It's crazy

Going into a zone, the zone of infinite movement and just, it's, dance

Fluff and cheese

The moon and the sun, night falls, mystery and illuminating, the breath is heavy, and then there is presence, knowing, knowing silence

Breathe