I forgot what words sound like. What I, as a human being, sound like. I have views. Educational ones. Political ones. Spiritual ones. To detach myself and also give my emotional side a person to lean on to, to understand that this is just me, I have freedom here, I can seek refuge under all these words and you can get to know me through many lenses. Here, in this real, paradoxes are possible because you read what I am saying. I am saying here, this is me, all these words flowing out, they originate from my soul and so these are all fragments so effortlessly stitched together. Now tada, I am also saying that this soul is infinite and constantly resonating with multipliers, with division and somehow still going higher, from side to side, none of this matters, for I am that which is nothing, which holds its truest essence just because.
the following bell tolls, always;