nephil
Bluelighter
Sitting alone, peacefully and observant, I notice the chaotic motions of the hustling, hurrying, impatient humans running through my field of vision. None of them even perceiving my existence or realizing that I am aware of their every move. None are aware of how I am noticing the blank emotions emitted in their actions, the emptiness of their souls shadowing what could be pure beauty.
Then I realize, what do I care? They do not really exist. They are game pieces, cards, tools for my own use, strategically placed into my world for my own interactive purposes, for my own entertainment, and for my own personal progression.
A smile moves my lips and simutaneously euphoria rushes through my physical senses up to my brain through emotion as I come to understand that it is all about me. I really do exist here alone.
This is my world, my existence, my own personal experience.
It began in me and will end in me. Everything I hold inside will join me when I transcend this physical planet.
I will leave nothing behind but sheer memory...for each of my players to transform and bring into the world that solely belongs to them alone.
[ 08 February 2003: Message edited by: nephil ]
Then I realize, what do I care? They do not really exist. They are game pieces, cards, tools for my own use, strategically placed into my world for my own interactive purposes, for my own entertainment, and for my own personal progression.
A smile moves my lips and simutaneously euphoria rushes through my physical senses up to my brain through emotion as I come to understand that it is all about me. I really do exist here alone.
This is my world, my existence, my own personal experience.
It began in me and will end in me. Everything I hold inside will join me when I transcend this physical planet.
I will leave nothing behind but sheer memory...for each of my players to transform and bring into the world that solely belongs to them alone.
[ 08 February 2003: Message edited by: nephil ]
