I sometimes feel like the night sky enters my mind,
As the stars twinkle inwardly,
Making me feel sickly honey sweet.
There's something romanticised in my mind,
About going Supernova.
Way down into the Galatic Center,
Where there is no sound...
The cosmic womb...
Today I said that that was the highest thing I could aspire to, to be as the cosmic womb, pregnant with infinite possibility.
Again my mind is overtaken by ether-like notions, and the heaviness of human existence is momentarily forgotten.
Drawing down the Goddess.
Speaking to the wind.
My heart beats fast,
There's a sense of urgency
I dont know how long I will be in this form,
So I must do what I can...
(If only I could burn away the heaviness in my weary head)
And be fresh, like the dew.
I could implode at any moment!
But somehow... I stay together!
What is this substance that keeps me maintained!
