Vulnerability, inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability, limit experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: the path to perfect does not just exist in the mind; yet in the legacy of the past Desire, attraction, are not black and white, very much shades of grey. yawning black infinity. the extension is endless; the sensation is overwhelming. And darkness is immortal. light exists, pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists nowhere, and the blackness itself is blazing and fierce.
Intoxicating. We only exist in terms of conflict, in the zone clash. hope and despair is forever subjected. I believe in God, in soul and the possibility of infinite