Time has expanded immensely, and I feel it has been so long since I've been physically comfortable with another person. The type of proximity within which I can lie next to another body without feeling sexual expectations exuding from their aura. I miss that peace, and appreciation. As strange as it may be, I don't feel like I should try stealing another's attention in that sense. That is, myself trying to be something important in another's mind. "Expendable" is the word here, I'll admit. Yet, comradeship motivates much of my life. Platonic or otherwise. Makes nothingness feel like wholeness. I'll digress... 

I want to be a bundle of energy. A force of strength behind being, and hopefully capable of traveling on different planes than the ones I currently do. I want to feel peace in whole, rather than the glimpses that are triggered sporadically. I want to communicate more eloquently the epiphanies that the details of stimuli open to me; not only with words, but with a transcendental language. Also, presence. Exuding the subtle, if I am able. I want to be a bundle of energy, an abundance, traversing the cobwebs of other minds. A sentient reflecting on her own pretense, to master its destruction. Relating dreams onto a larger scheme. Constantly aware of space as nothing and everything. I want to be the lemniscate, the figure-eight.
One, of many.   >>>>>

Perception will be the key,

when thought tangles you into a form unrecognizable,

perception will be the lead.

Black sky dripping slowly, precisely, like ink made thick by a frigid stagnant air. Dust around the eyes and fingertips, and the soul projecting the insignificant bit that's  left; but what is left - what is left?

Consciousness is alive and dancing.. dancing collectively within another poetic night on Earth, rolling endlessly in its subdued contention. Dreams weaving through soft sullen rhythms heard several dimensions beyond and I cannot rest. This mind is asleep within itself with no intention of waking, for it has forgotten how, almost entirely.