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The day after the day after the first cleanse. Freed from it’s prison, emotions swirling around in an unforeseen manner, creeping up into the wider hull of the big and supreme thinkus apparatus. Drenched into mythical mysticism my own thoughts are fading, slipping by my consciousness. I could hold them if I watned to, but I don’t know what to hold them for in this state of being. I wonder how my other half looks like in another phase right now. Dimly lit? Chaotic patterns? Maybe masses of dark matter and smoke swelling out of me, around me, only to be desintegrated into pure transparency like a chemical reaction in a few weeks. The darker it gets the higher I will be. The lower I feel the better the outcome after it. It is different. Feeling this ground being level with me is something I’ve known. But everytime I revisit, it’s different. Like an old friend, but he develops differently from me. I can see his same features but the feeling is different. We are bound to each other, but he let’s me go every other time. He don’t posseses me, nor he wants to. He is there to catch from falling deeper, holding me in his arms. We know that I will leave when the time is there, until then I will accept his embrace. We are all not so different when it comes to the ultimate core. Forms, language, thoughts may be very different, but emotion flows through all of us, connecting over the gaps of understanding. The universal language.
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