Ego soar’s incredibly, happiness circles the body, and i feel the warmth exiting… The shell becomes punctured to the other side… My old self dies off – my soul releases – i’m reborn – a cloudy-spirit ascends, i begin gravitating, over my body. I look in every direction, notice every detail. I look upon my old self – my body appears projecting a painting of everything i went through And the end is freedom, from the past destructiveness. It feels surreal, overwhelming my spirt, I begin to “hover” away from the scene of the crime….
Walking towards the summit, on the path we experienced great heartbreaks, great depression… but in the end it made us stronger, we we started to see everything as one to be played with, another person to score the game winning shot… so we exhaled and continued upwards. we saw the snowiest and iciest of paths, yet we remained at ease, previously we would turn hostile and it would cut us deep. however the large quest almost inspired us to continue, and to keep up our excellent work, our amazing conquest, seemed rather trivial seventy-five percent upwards. We started to run, and we gained speed and as our legs would run more quickly, so would are minds, the path decreased and eventually, we’ll be at the summit, but we’re starting to see the growth we made up this mountain, and everything seems like it will be alright, to see the sun shine before us, will be our end. And we’ll forever flourish, we just need to maintain hope, and our strength, but it’s in our pockets now… the clockworks turning ever so quickly, society is beginning to feel more calculated, but i grow stronger. I imagine the peak is everything i’ve been told to believe, everything i’ve ever wanted but 1/4th up this path and i’m already starting to envision that we’ll be singing with the angels.
Euphoric mind, pondering what had happened today… all the good, the little bad… I’m hopeful and content with the world… as i sip my beers my happiness increases to a great level.. the world feels perfect.. feels as if everything’s going to be great, or at the least alright.. feels as if my worries are over… my past is the past… and i’m headed for the heavens, hanging out with God, pouring excellent liquor and snorting some premium drugs… our bodies lifting the clouds… lifting the clouds to to near space… we see a saucer going by, waving at the aliens… hello…
battling the shadows within my mind, a constant fight. they’re using more sophisticated weaponry, advanced targeting systems, spiralling around my mind, detaching reality from within, betraying my beliefs, my agenda…. it feels as-if everything i’ve done in the name of a better life is for nothing, the hard times will be forever… I look to my friends and family for support, but i’m alone. it’s time to call it quits… but something in me keeps wanting what i cannot have. wanting the best. So that side of me will not give up, it moves forward and drags the other side, along… Forever in a constant cycle, of what feels good, mixed with what would be make the best results… so i strengthen up and build myself a future that i’ll be proud of. Forever running a marathon that i may complete…. cycling to my goals in a constant way, playing catchup with what’s not meant for me.