[words inspired from a post by gonz85]

"but for the first time ever my head was going at God speed. hope turning into time, death becoming decades, nothing and everything was real." gonz85

Inside the sphere of the world that is my mind... light bends, time slows and i see the building blocks of creation... real is a word that moves faster than thought... I think it, so it is... the black that exists holds no fear for me. the white blinds and keeps me aware of who i am, who i was and who i may become

we are gods able to create in our own worlds and beyond... our souls fly, in that our big sky... thoughts, firing of synapses, bolts of energy reaching out across space with no bounds.. these things whirl around us at all times they circumnavigate others souls and come home to us...

i will return to this...