Binaural beats, bombarding consciousness entrancingly.
Programming my mind, my world, and software simultaneously.
Scribbling words to anchor my memories.
A point of reference, in context, momentatiously.
A conference of thoughts, in semblance and sometimes not.
Does it make sense to anyone except for me?
Doesn't matter, these are my notes.
My vision.
My life.
My experience could never be absorbed or understood by anyone truly.
Just as I will never be fully aware of everything or anything in your reality.
Yet we share this universe, and interact seamlessly.
Such a beautiful existence -
So connected and distant concurrently.
About the Creator
Hunter Blakely
Born a peasant, grown a prince.
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