mikeoshi

It's the realization of possibilities... It's an unsane mind set on a pulsating rhythm of two second increments; With every new second comes a new and terrifying yet beautiful revelelation sugar-coated with visions of shapeshifting color-changing holographic images; Each new image carrying with it a radiating energy-filled glow breathing to the beat of your heart... It's a morphing mirror staring back at you in a million terrified faces, none your own... It's that one clear and calm second before that first object turns upside down and inside out; Quickly followed by a world of upside downs and inside outs... It's really nothing more than a desire to know something outside normal human consciousness.

It's the black hole of gravitational pull where every connection is disconnected... Where we become whatever we touch and whatever we touch becomes us... Where time and space knot up becoming one and infinite... It's everything and nothing short of impossible to conceive, interpret, and especially, explain... Attempting to explain what makes it unexplainable is like trying to explain what we have yet to learn about our own minds; Like trying to draw an in depth and up close picture of the far reaches of space... Inconceivable and impossible... or is it? It's the realization that your brain is nothing more than a key unlocking you to the world you see.

It's your mind turned into a 4-D puzzle of infinite, jumbled, and unfitting pieces expanding off one another... It's the first time you realize that time is the only dimension keeping us from going insane... It's a green and red hue covering swirling visions of inner-revelations masked by a dream-like state of mind only you're not sleeping and it's far from a dream... It's the antidote for conformity and crazy; The realization that conformity is crazy... It's the vision of a world resembling the way the world should be... It's a key unlocking the part of our minds that helps us to realize we're nothing more than slaves in a world run by slaves; It's the realization of choice.

It's a frightening yet near-sober state of mind... It's a never-ending spiral hallway... It's the sight of stagnant objects coming to life... It's your mind as a summer breeze; Inconsistent, calm, and violent all at once... It's those birds chirping in the distance except there are no birds and distance is now non-existant... It's the examination of a living clock whose hands blanket twelve; Re-examined in what you know to be an eternity only to realize his hands seem lifeless; Has time stopped? Has he died? What does it mean to die? It's not knowing what lies ahead; An awkward feeling forcing questions of existence and purpose.