we hide from the inevitable fate with the release of energy from our organic
host we inhabit, energy that stimulates our senses, rendering us helpless to
the true form of existance, the freedom from consciouss choices and moral
boundaries.

we must cut the stimulus to particular reaches within our subconsciouness from
where our most natural instincts and dreams lie dormant, suppressed by the
genetically imprinted neural limiters. we must allow dreams come alive, so we
can choose to live in the personal heaven that was meant to be obtained only
by enlightment through various ways, by now tainted by the desire, original
dream lost along the rising sun, radiating through cracks and holes in the
walls we built, beaming right at your face. blinded we stumble across a speck
of dust hurtling through the vastness of cosmos, unaware of the capabilities
we harness in these eccentric waves of thoughts, mostly, because they remain
unheard and unspoken.