i dunno,but these days whenever i travel alone(almost always)i keep getting these wierd thoughts in my mind and i see to it that i jot them down...
so right now im in the bus,and here's some randomisation from my side...
Life is sometimes filled with trebadours of subconscious innerdimensional being...It has joyous meanings,soundless and yet too loud for ears,free of music and yet full of harmony...
Some angels say to hear this song truly,one must leave heaven...never to return,but,to return home one must sing this song without knowing that it is THIS song that whill guide you onto the path of oblivionic illumination.
Pushing this riddle out of my mind,a riddle that I fathom I will never be able to disascertain without knowing its true meaning.For this the contorted universe will be shred by the fierce claws of its own thunderous and revenous hands.I hath no blue gaza that can render someone motionless,I hath no sword of Mayhem that can create infernal wrath with brute force in the innermost soul of a being.
Celestials,I wonder,whether they are subservients to the creatures of the earth-it is a traversity of creation.Such humiliation of human servitude is chastising in itself...
