Saturday, December 28, 2013

Projection of Perception



At this point in time, time didn’t matter at all. Traveling through the depths of the chilling darkness, from one end of the galaxy to the other, he found himself at the birth of a new eon. He walked on a world veiled in mists of the past lost in a long forgotten memory, a mystery claimed by no one. The thought of this ancient world is hidden in a tear somewhere, a melancholic drive for an ancient nostalgia. He saw that humans are not what they once were. Never finding the wisdom within him to realize, if this is a good thing or a bad one… it could be both, some sort of a symbiosis with heavenly values?!



This entropic barrier which is moving time in a single direction is useless for us, because in the essence of humanity lies the chaos of mixing tenses. Despite this resentment, a feeling of nostalgia is left behind… a nostalgia for the oblivion and all the first beginnings.



The nature of his wicked thoughts was twisted from a distant cry, a faraway calling. A presence buried deep inside every strain of amino acids in his blood. A remembrance of a youth before he started to conquer his dreams, an awkward enslavement of oneself. A cause for spiritual exile which existed in the foundation of his curse, dreaming to find the gate out of this box with walls, filled with hungry demons. A fear woven in pain, and bred in sorrow and empty despair. And his breath was heavy, old from exhaustion.



To find himself across the abyss of all human fears and sufferings.



With a pride of a solitary soul, he found out that he was condemned to his marrow, awaken from a dream just to enter another.



And… schizophrenia, you’re highly appreciated and most  welcome!!!



(… or maybe this previous impression is just a manic state, simply a projection in my head caused by a series of variable elements: byproducts of human association, scags and other hellhounds, cloudy weather, death of the Sun (a period from 22nd to 25th of December described in all ancient texts), nice and thick over polluted air in the nostrils, production combined with heavy labor, and what not… :)

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