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random thought #6

Fear lurks in the rear end of my vision like a shadow. Majestic was its presence that I was on the verge of crumbling before it like stale Scottish shortbread cookies. The biological system gave its clearance for the structure to go on fight or flight mode. It slithered ahead in all its glory, and in that moment I felt the connection. The click that we surfed the same wave of energy; the epiphany that she was a mirror of my emotion stream. As if I was preparing myself for meditation, I stopped thinking and felt. We bounced soothing vibes off each other and dwelled in the moment of bliss and motion. There came the answer to 'What is?'.
A  pulse of existence that feels perpetual at the ignorance of time.
This is what is.


GrymmRipper. :]
   

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