Some people are lıke sand. stagnant and only pushed to move by others.

you vısıt the shore and fınd graıns of sand smothered agaınst you.

they rely on you to be moved.

some people are lıke sand.

too much heat and they petrıfy.

glass fıgures frozen ın fear,

Immobılısed by the threat of tıme.

@thepearlygates, 23.11.2024

AMBIENT/CE – You are a semi-permeable membrane that cloaks my consciousness. You consume me, allow me to be me, allow me to be free. Free from the structures and strictures Imposed on me by others and myself. The liminal state I enter into when you’re around. Slippery consciousness, never-ending dreams. The afterglow whispers, whimpers, wallows louder You are a rocking ship, as I fade away. You are ever changing, your never ending expansiveness enraptures and envelopes my brain; my body; myself. You massage my brain in a way that nothing else could; you are sound; you are vibration; you are ambient; you are ambience.- @OSCARPKING, 10.11.2024

OPENING DOORS ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

You count from ten. Keep the pace. Nine. Heart does that thing again, contracting, conspiring with the lungs. Eight. Making peace with the continuum. Think hard about what you could possibly mean by that. The heart deccelerates. Seven. Rhythm and continuum, you realise body also wishes to live beyond the place. Beyond you. Six. The stillness vibrates, oscillates in your body. You feel a memory bubble up. Five. Slowly morphing into a throbbing presence. You or the memory? Nauseous. Push it back down. Five. Rhythm is the condition of lucidity. Remember. Four. Slowly release the muscles. Calling all micro tendons. Three. You don’t have to be lucid. It’s cold, but it’s for the best. Know that it is always less cold when you don’t fight it. Two. Don’t fight the cold. One. Deep breath. Surrender.- @VERSLEFEU, 10.11.2024