7/7/2019 11:40 PM
spaces take the form of emotion
A navigation of the space begets the dipping of emotion
The space morphs into objects neatly packed into lines and constructs
The time slow-dances into five in the morning
"I" am weary, the same narrative I tell myself. A metacognition still futile in shifting my neuronal paradigm
A pattern. A synchronicity. A genetic expression of the universe in the arising of my emotions, a disbalance still in place
To rest within, to rest… in a pool