Letting go, letting go.

The human mind is generally far more eager to praise and dispraise than to describe and define.

— Lewis Carroll.

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Taking a handful of the earth
and cupping it securely with two hands;
every movement was slow and careful
as there was no room for mistakes.
The moment was filled with tranquility.
Every molecule appeared to be still and at ease.
A slow song began to play in the background.
The right foot began to tap to the rhythm,
and soon the left foot followed.
Dancing became natural in that instant.
It was as though one had to follow the beat.
The noises inside the head became silent.
Every step taken indicated a step out;
moving outside of the comfort zone
with barely any intention to return.
Swaying the hips felt like magic
while the arms slowly moved up.
The earth began to seep through the fingers
until the hands were completely empty.
Grace and elegance began to create an ambiance.
The beauty within the music surfaced,
as the ugliness of reality faded away.
The gentle music stopped for awhile.
Two dancing feet stopped in sync.
The arms fall back to the sides
and the hips stopped swaying.
It was quiet now.
Silence was drowning the mood.
Good feelings ceased to exist.

Realisation came into place.
The noise re-entered the mind.
It was now a moment of wonder;
pondering carefully over what next.
Insanity appeared as a friend
before leaving without an explanation.
The mind was a mess.

Insanity could not make time for this,
but it would not go any way.
Nothing else would matter
because insanity was here to stay.

Only through sanity did insanity exist;
being alive made death prominent.




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Being human only means fear exists.
Notions of death and insanity lurks around
waiting for the mind to fall prey to them.
Being human only means being afraid.
Thoughts and feelings about fear lingered on
making the mind an easy victim.

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M.

Telling you things you already know.

I explode, I explode.

Asking you where you want us to go.