The Universe Perspective

Space Cadet - Mary Doodles (CHECK HER OUT!) https://www.deviantart.com/marydoodles/art/Space-Cadet-258403517      Beauty leads in the same light we have bread. Stemming from the vultures of time we have been reformed to our setting. Sitting across the Galaxy was a rumination, and that rumination formed differences of opinion. Sometimes, things seem a bit haywire. Sometimes things are explicit. Wherever their tastes, the gods of the eleventh dimension have approached us without ease. They used broad strokes to formulate our character.      Crazy to think, how in this plane we are interdimensional beings of the same type. It's crazy to imagine one day how different it is from the next, simply because our mind's eye isn't stable. It's crazy to imagine that it's not crazy to imagine world torture being dominant in cultural exchange and attitudinal shifts of consciousness. It's crazy, that we are just crazy.      The world works in a beautiful way. Staring at the mo

When those of us whom lose everything, when we lose who we are internally and we lose our love of the world, we aren't able to return to normal. We aren't able to be who we were anymore. We know what it's like to be at the bottom of our rung, we know what it's like to lose our humanity. I have found this knowledge to be useful, the experience of detriment cannot be replicated through language. Discovering your death doesn't mean you must die, it only means you must not live.  Discovering your death will leave you dumbfounded with society. It will haunt the very core of your being. It will make you afraid of change and of hope. After being dead, you realize something: hope is a catalyst to loss. Loss bleeds through your skull day in and day out. Your hope will be lost, and it will die in the same vein that you lose yourself. Hope is the one thing that drives you to a distance, but that distance isn't stable, and acknowledging this can be the most disgusting thing