Time and reality ceased to exist and peace floods in
If only for a second...
Reality is inescapable
Perfection is unobtainable now
When before, it was always within the grasp of my fingertips
First... To go first...
Coercion not included
Hanging in that sweet space of nonexistence
Closed eyes trick me
Open eyes and there is no spin
My hands turn me in the center like a piece of art
Existence is highly overrated
Peace is underrated
And love... Love is what it is. A death march to insanity