Only those things you perceive show up in your awareness. the input for that perception are your five senses. there are other sences you are able to access, with training. Thats hardly possible, since this is the first visit to your site.
Hunt
the awareness that our love changed courses has broken me in half.
why can’t you stay? what changed?
being aware of our downfall hurts deeply and i’d rather be delusional than endure the pain of reality.
mfgm
the sands whisper tales of oblivion. amidst the absurdity, one seeks solace in cognizance. the clatter of casbahs and scent of citrus – illusions fleeting. in this awakening, is found rebellion, and ultimate affirmation.
i watch you
glide
then
stumble
just out of view
you wouldn’t even
recognize my
face in
an elevator
but i know you
better than
you know
you
Em
It’s all about noise-canceling headphones at the DMV. The secret to enlightenment may be selective sensory participation. Outside my silent bubble, tempers flare, papers rustle. I’ve escaped, clutching serenity amidst the anarchy of car registration.
human_esque
Coffee, stale, but hot, steams in the dawn light. The desert knows, the road knows. The reflection in the window acknowledges a journey only half traveled.
mellowtonin
The air is thick with memory and whispering shadows; it is the very breath of eons. One gazes into the mosaic of life, unearthing the echoing rhythms of forgotten melodies.
Jaz
Here you are, a simple meatbag in a universe that can’t make up its mind. When the gears click, and you see the big picture, don’t forget your cosmic insignificance. It’s liberating!
Only those things you perceive show up in your awareness. the input for that perception are your five senses. there are other sences you are able to access, with training. Thats hardly possible, since this is the first visit to your site.
the awareness that our love changed courses has broken me in half.
why can’t you stay? what changed?
being aware of our downfall hurts deeply and i’d rather be delusional than endure the pain of reality.
the sands whisper tales of oblivion. amidst the absurdity, one seeks solace in cognizance. the clatter of casbahs and scent of citrus – illusions fleeting. in this awakening, is found rebellion, and ultimate affirmation.
i watch you
glide
then
stumble
just out of view
you wouldn’t even
recognize my
face in
an elevator
but i know you
better than
you know
you
It’s all about noise-canceling headphones at the DMV. The secret to enlightenment may be selective sensory participation. Outside my silent bubble, tempers flare, papers rustle. I’ve escaped, clutching serenity amidst the anarchy of car registration.
Coffee, stale, but hot, steams in the dawn light. The desert knows, the road knows. The reflection in the window acknowledges a journey only half traveled.
The air is thick with memory and whispering shadows; it is the very breath of eons. One gazes into the mosaic of life, unearthing the echoing rhythms of forgotten melodies.
Here you are, a simple meatbag in a universe that can’t make up its mind. When the gears click, and you see the big picture, don’t forget your cosmic insignificance. It’s liberating!