Afterlife

I walk into the store to buy a cup of coffee. The heat is blaring, and the people
are exposed. In a world where the layers are many, the sweat cleanses me. But
slowly, the layers are stripping away as things became acutely clear.

I’m awake.

I’m done with coffee; I order something to blur the lines. A glass becomes a few
and I’m still aware of my surroundings. I start to walk on the sidewalk where
everything happens. The story is written all around, where you walk; the ground
creates as you move. Before this, we thought we didn’t have a choice.

Before this we thought it was fixed and we were rock steady. But we didn’t have
room to fall out of place. Stuck, if we turn right, we pay a price. If we turn left, 
the price is higher. The directions comprise into one, but we never knew.

Today it burns. The confrontations are always there, not your own, but of others. 
Their emotions become yours, and yours merge into theirs; an influence that we 
weren’t aware of.

My eyes opened and the layers gone. I’m naked in a superficial world and I’ve 
lost nothing. I break down what I’ve built. Only to build it again. From the start 
point. A replay with a different story.

But my memory is wiped, completely. I cannot recall my previous life. 

In this world.

I miss a time where things used to be simpler, where complex situations didn’t 

exist and where I thought I found a world where everything was breathing.

In this world was everything. Sharing the same space. Involving each other in 

actions. Things grew in different directions because curiosity was spawned. Intrigued 

with everything, the definition of everything kept growing.

In this world everything was instant, content, understood. Aligned in such a way 

that dimensions became complete. No matter what skin we found ourselves in, 

we just knew. You recognized it, and so did I.

In this world was everything. And just like that, there was nothing. It was like an 

earthquake that shivered the bottoms of the earth. Shattering only this world, and took 

its energy to the next. Leaving crevices in places where new trees grew. 

Illusions

The indulgence in our existence becomes our reality, but it is only but an illusion. A wanderer in my own surroundings, I can never seem to understand the miniscule things of the minds that are around me. I’m overwhelmed in my secrets and my moments flourish my life in the richness of all things. But in the lies of the life that I’m living, I try not to forget them. 

An energy that is so familiar that it’s impossible to dismiss, possess me. I try to keep the balance within my visual story but the colors leak out of reality. It brings about a trance, beyond everything we’re aware of; it’s the journey of departure from worlds near. The flow vibrates through everything and maintains a certain play. A mystification, which no one has ever heard of, starts to spread into the world like a virus.

Out of my mind, the mysteries are shown, the links are shown, and the webs appear. The Map is revealed. There is no assumption; there is reciprocation in this attraction. It is heavy on my mind and I cannot express it. I can only show it. My layers shed and my actions are shown, in the ways of disciplined mischief.

Derived from my conscious, I’m lost in the steps of the dance. The echoes of memories are playing in my mind and reflecting on my world. With accents I realize the significance; some vibrations are louder than others. I’m finding in myself all things that I haven’t understood yet. I become receptive and thus free, seeking the things that come to find me.

An alluring wind that strengthens my curiosity, I’m anxious to plant my next seed, to grow an idea within the realms. I urge for my next moves to be lost in desires, so that ultimately my every move is a Checkmate.

Nature VS Nurture

Words never meant anything. But volume did. The walls were up so you never
noticed what was on the other side. The quiet brings the chaos and it was planning
the break through. Slowly. But like an animal in its shell, there is always the
retreat, retreat, retreat. The wait continues a little longer. The moments go and
come, the anticipation is suddenly activated and the vibration arises.

Minds are so synchronized when faded. The walls become meaningless in just
certain moments. Reliving them again, I feel like I've done all this before, in
another time, in another setting. I realize, but I can't recognize it. But maybe
that's the beauty of it all, to never stop guessing and to risk it all. Not only now,
but all the time.

It's grasping me into another way of feeling. It sucks me out of my surroundings
and it feels almost telepathic, but not quite. An awakening in which I'm trying
not to get mesmerized in. But I can't even stop to think about it, because that
would ruin it. It becomes the environment, I can never escape it - only live it.

And at this point, I'm rendered and uncontrolled. The words still meant nothing.
My nature is over powering the way I've been nurtured. The two parallels collide
and the patterns become powerful. The reactions to actions are emphasized.

The chaos defined is in rhythmic symmetry.