Contagious Realities

Does it ever end, I ask myself? I’m wandering around trying to justifying my means but really it ends up describing more. It’s not like I wanted an expansion, I rather keep it simplified.

It’s too late now though, I got sucked into the vibes. The everlasting is not easy to see, but it’s contagious. The doctors can’t fix me, my mind is too mental so I’m stuck in this reality.

No breaks, I can never crash cause it’s a never ending road. Stopping would mean an accidental incident, but nothing is coincidence. So I break my brakes, I never want to stop because it wouldn’t lead me.

Feed me rhythms, feed me trees. I want to stay lucid in all realities. Tunnels away, they spiral out of balance and so I try to straighten myself up but in an unsure manner.

Am I ever sure?? I’ll never know where the roads leads and I’ll probably fall, too. Falling but gravity will catch me while falling up will never stop. Sucked into the center of it all and dispensed in all the little particles that creates it all.

Conclusions are illusions so I tend to look past it. Too bad it isn’t meaningful when we finally have it. Breaking down the castles I spent so much time building. It ends up sparking fires in places I know it shouldn’t :)

Universal vibes

Stories repeated on and on. Freely standing with nothing pulling back, in the air
and on ground, loyalties surmount. I turn to see what surrounds me, the seeds
being planted and the leaves blowing endlessly. The winds howl in directions I
could never understand, developing ideas that later come in demand. It slowly
develops in the vastness of lands, just a drop of the ocean making its mark on the
sands.

The grand act that portrays many stories, my perspective and yours, but what’s
the start of it all; your core is my core. Yet all our scenarios happen at the same
moments, growing on separate branches of time. Monopolizing me, universally.
Each pattern forming its own quantum effect, visual by nature and creating ripples
of affection. Higher frequencies are being sound; rituals in my mind are suddenly
so profound.

This state of mind is forming different realities each time. My inner me reflects your
inner you, improvising endlessly is what leads me to be. Indifferent and always so in
bound, it rushes through it all leaving nothing behind and again to be found. The only
things I see are projections of what we think, buildings stand tall as we recall.
Collectively everything is caused because of how our influences are. Shaking away the
identities we attain and being consumed by our bodies’ beats. Bringing about waves,
being in tune with Earth’s material, we find ourselves captured by the winds.