By your side

Here it is, hard sprint on the fast lane... challenging myself, competing against my worth, chasing time. Am I running, or am I being chased? Don't know which is which any more. It might be just another nonsense, delusions of a deranged mind desperately seeking absolution... when my life is somewhere else.

There's more to this than meets the eye. No room for gamble any more, got to play it safe. Need to make it worth, make it count. Time for collecting. Breathe in, sense the shape of things to come... when my life is somewhere else.

Our new dream awaits, from us, for us. As we're expecting, I'm positive that my life is right by your side.

Human, I am

I’ve, kind of always, had a perfectly balanced idea that cause inexorably leads to an effect. I’m well aware of causality, paradoxes of consequences… and indeed, I’ve also known of high moral ground, what it represents, how it affects destiny. There has been understanding about well tuned chain of thoughts, and how thought influences actions. And beneath all of this, deep in the limbo laid a complete conscience, overwhelmed with high emotional intelligence…

A long time ago I’ve made my choices to live a life purified from braces of control and external influences, fully exiled into true freedoms and liberties of human existence. Most of the time my ways were not guided by higher norms of morality, by bifurcations of causality, or by calculated chain of thoughts and actions. Curiosity has shown me that there are no roads out there, only racetracks. In many times this has lead me to sense the darkest depths of despair and sharp pain. Despite that, I am overwhelmed with happiness all these years. Thus I’ve created an environment that has been transformed as a consequence of what I am. In these excommunicated ways I have found myself and my true worth. You see, the all or nothing days are never ending, they just transform in an occult manner with growth of perception, with rise of the being.

… there’s evidence in these thoughts:*

All those women inside me

There’s a constant presence, an outside body nested firmly where I’m supposed to exist… here, in the calmness of the depth where I’m created. Her world, subtle and unique, tender and soft, romantic in its core, brutally real in the connection with mine. She’s a chunk of my worth, physically attached to my body carried in my making, with every step I take, in every word I make. Even in the blue of my eyes, she’s there… and this lasts for years by now, when most inhales carry her name.

And I’m that fool who fails to think of, but I don’t need to… in parts, I’m her.

That Sheitan:*

Ahhh, all those women inside me!