Once you replace the feeling of primal lust with the routine of a psychosis, imposed by the norm of a consensus, you are no longer tied to the grace of self discovery. You chose to go with the flow, instead of float through darkness and light. This floating is the memory shared with the fetus of a common fate. You are bound to it, you are bound to the entity that carries its breath through time and space. Some call it a soul mate, some call it an alter ego. It doesn't matter. If living consists of satisfying a conformity, then this is a saturated way of being. If you block its way through life, spirit and matter, then you have established a repressed tendency. A repressed tendency is a lost memory. It's a habit, not shared with the duality of your sensuous inner self, but with the norm of a thousand subliminal fears. Your entire world is shred into pieces. You lose the vision of primal lust, this ancient animal that makes us flow in life. You no longer live with the instinct, you just survive with it. Your sensuous world is shattered, your dual self is dismantled, you are alone. No vision, no direction. First, you let others repress you. Then you have been compressed by the inevitability of survival. At the end of the day, you are left alone. Depressed.
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i like it
Like this a lot, it resonates with me as my memories are all blurred and out of focus, and suffer from MD.
Creepy & dark.
This was an instant eye catcher!