Circles. Cycles. Circles. I'm falling in and I'm tumbling about until I fall back out again. How else do I describe this infinity of lifelines. These roads these pathways to righteousness. Some calling it consciousness and some the awakening while I think sometimes I'm fit to call it drowsiness. Sleepiness. I sleep a lot. I dream a lot. And when I wake its pain and more growing pangs but its beautiful. I'm starting to wonder if pain really is beautiful. Or if beauty is pain? Do we really suffer for beauty or did I just fall in love with my pain? And here I am falling in and out of sleep again because being awake is too painful,sometimes too beautiful, oftentimes too lonely.
In mind, awake or asleep, is a place too beautiful to let you in.
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