I lay idle in my room succumb to a pervasive paralysis as hours pass me by the ceiling begins to look more intricate and detailed in ways I had surely never appreciated As the floor begins to envelop me with a cold comfort I start to wonder if I look as just as delicate to the ceiling and if it is admiring me in the same way It grazes my tired mind that perhaps as I stare, » Continue Reading
time stands still as cycles repeat day after day the earth revolves around me leaving me behind am I the only one resistant to moving forward? or has our world been designed to remain stagnant unchanging familiar comfortable never progressing as we suffocate in a canopy of normalcy woven by our production are we forbiden from differenciating? or do we remain as we are from fea » Continue Reading