The Forced Void

Has the handler become the handled? The lingering effects of mind being swept with a broom full of continuous thoughts. Over producing dimethyltryptamine dreams moving so fast I can’t remember a thing upon opening. The eye only sees the tail end of these damn things, not sure what this means…do you feel me like I feel you? It’s hard to tell who is me and who is who…

Everything in one package, slowly coming back to my senses…I’m getting along, some days struggle to stay strong. My own drums I do beat, cheering myself on. It was me all along, never feeling like I belonged. Made from and of numbers, what am I looking through when I see you? I saw more than just a bag of boned meat suit…the portals I see that shine in the waters above at night, have called for my return, to bring home back to us.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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