It’s interesting to think of the dichotomy of these words being written, and my mind being interim. I shall pass but the permeation of whatever word vomit i spew will live for as long as the radio wave pulses through this self indulgence.
How far do the limits of time test our boundaries of consciousness? How far do we have to stray to understand the paradox of oneness.
I’ve found Peace,
kindly,
thefoolwithinyou
the fool within me 