When you walk towards the light, all you see is a cry for help, madness and a Singapore sling waiting for you on their beach home in British Columbia. At least at this point, you may realize your true existence, your Being, your existenz. I pulled the chain rapidly as the boat sank, but no one came to help me. Frozen, I was. In time and space. Not caring or looking for the answer. The meaning to life and what it truly means to live. Everything around us is happening for us. Each individual has an important role in the meaning of the Universe. One must harness this energy and focus it onto what the Ultra Being guides us towards. Everything is heard and seen and felt and there maybe multiple offers on which direction to take. Just choose one, Ray said. But it feels like I'm going to implode into madness from too many iced lattes and frozen cappuccinos to make sense of my mind freezing, frozen, frost.
Thunder bellows at my doorstep. A hard rain is going to fall. Thank heavens I have shelter. Away from the storm. The lightning violently crackles like a Djarum Black cigarette. I breath smoke, then fire, then air again. And then I fall asleep, into the Void, letting all that matters once more, matters at nothing less than oblivion.
Leave in peace, for I will guide you.
smile. by gk. only gk. no other gk. just k
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