And there are days when you feel it's just not right; you are too tired to think.It takes a monstrous effort just to acknowledge the fact that you have a mind and that you are capable of dreaming.And also, there actually still might be some grey cells left which have escaped the depressive intoxication that you subject your mind to .. everyday.
You are beyond caring .. or you can't remember the last time you cared; cared enough to take just one breath of air and exclaim .."delicious !!".Your sense of smell conspires against you and robs you off appreciating any fragrance; all the colours refuse to "light up" for you out of sheer arrogance; even your tongue decides to treat you to insipidity.All because you are who you are and the universe just doesn't want you and rejects you out of pure spite.
And you still don't change , or rather can't change , or don't want to change , or you can no longer appreciate any change. Everything is static for you ; rest and motion just differ by two letters in length and nothing more. The universe is constant and you don't want to know why ...well actually you have been absolved of all the want. So nothing is everything , empty is full and night is day. That almost sounds positive.. or does it ?
You have become one static immovable mess , one unchanging reality , one peaceful disaster. You negate transformation. And ironically because of no progression in any sense, you continue to survive !. The universe sighs ..it can only suck the air out of a stone ...but not the stone itself. A stone doesn't need to breathe , it just needs to be. The fruit of longevity wrapped in stone ... want a bite ?
