Echoed Torment Turned Vibrant
So we sit or so I sit. I am the only one they see but even with two eyes, it seems to me they don't know what to look at. To be more in fact, they misunderstand the way they perceive me and the way they perceive our worldly views. Every point that goes to another point, shows that people don't know. People believe to know how to cherish but once they lose a person they lose themselves. Once they lose a thing they seem to think they lose it all. It's ok to think you are nothing, if you believe you are everything. I ramble often in my mind. I think. That's funny. Well my name is Shiva. I come from a distant place called, The Toad of Realms. I say distant, because from the way you see, it is. To say none the less it is the void. A void, made of portals that travels on its own axis or swiggle. A swiggle like the ones you see in your retina, when you look out. They move in constant waves or from side to side. It is a place you keep on. It is constant, as my plane runs through every object. A washing of colors that would not make you ask why. It would just make you understand and say ok. It can also make you go in a storm till you say ok as well. However she does, in the end she'll get you to understand. There's a magnificents to it. But only if you let her peace wash over you. I used to be anxious as can be. My heart would feel like it would swell, prickle, and spark off sorrow.
I had to learn through difficult trials and tribulations, how to accept her. Now that I do, it's easier.
Every other day there's a vigilant rabbit ready to hoist a troubled soul into the mad hatters hat. The mad hatters hat is an exploration of you, within a world that brings a contradiction at every second. And boy do I tell you there are many, many, many, contradictions. You can feel like a marble spiraling down a corridor that is slanted till you break the window at the end of the hall and land in soft pedals of wonder. You can be an airplane turned into a train in matters of seconds. You can be in the sea and be turned upside down as the water fills the universe with just a single puddle. The land would turn into dripping mud of dirt...
I had to learn through difficult trials and tribulations, how to accept her. Now that I do, it's easier.
Every other day there's a vigilant rabbit ready to hoist a troubled soul into the mad hatters hat. The mad hatters hat is an exploration of you, within a world that brings a contradiction at every second. And boy do I tell you there are many, many, many, contradictions. You can feel like a marble spiraling down a corridor that is slanted till you break the window at the end of the hall and land in soft pedals of wonder. You can be an airplane turned into a train in matters of seconds. You can be in the sea and be turned upside down as the water fills the universe with just a single puddle. The land would turn into dripping mud of dirt...