-Behind the Spherical Room-
His mind is trapped between, the Spherical Room
He writes his many names on the round walls to remember them
There is nothing that is too clear to make into this sense in the diluted, unreal and intangible form of reception he can no longer agree with.
Resting his eyes from this world, and turning his head away ...(His head convulsing)...
It seems there are no more tactile sensations within this dormant body...just feeling His shivers beneath the layers of flesh
Ashes melt the cold skies as the cold breeze from the dusk mourning feel numb and confused.
Slowly and eventually coming into the existence.
There was Himself, seen upon thy dawn of indistinct rise in the atmosphere. Solemn marvel spread like the depths of a dark conscious that floated expeditiously the round circular wall covering His room again in total depths of Silver tunneled darkness and parallax of intestinal sadness. It smelt of cold, freezing lit candles. Then there was a

The Codex Veil
Book I: (Containment)
By:
Matthew Trevino
&
Mark Cavazos Trevino
 
-(((--EXCERPT--)))-
 
Chapter 19
 
              Blaire carries Alan on her shoulder and tries to move away from the booth by pushing and squeezing between people. She looks to see if she can find where Carl went. All she can see are the bodies of people fighting with each other, trying to get back their money, while other people are fending off the ghosts and poltergeists.  
             “We have to find Carl and leave!   Something very dangerous is going on,” Blaire shakes Alan, trying to wake him from his sleep. It’s no use. Alan isn’t responsive.  Then from behind her, Blaire hears a voice call her name.
       

Artificial Human
 
 
Phase of uncomforted strain—what lack of reminiscing contempt well when we forget its easy touch
No fingerprints of appearance in time then moves and heals over us one by one individually
Headache atoms dissolving
Expand we stay in constant
Rapid mode so slow
But I know this will be over soon…
Feeling this right now
Feeling this right…
Leaving me releasing the steam of pain
Climax phasing retaining away at reigns the mind then rots away we revive and contrive to try? Please hide me under my sweat desperate to pull through this ungodly given dementia phase ignore avoid disregard forget about it forget it happened ardent
synthesized convulsively into my intravenous surged veins parlaying drowsed dosing...
Hold
This Anatomy
Mind-expanding doctrine / experience more, confusing, controlling adorated epinephrine fear
Just breathe
You’re lost
In your mind
Sorry
Witness the inner pain
Uncomforting strain
Impatient panic
I won

Have you ever wondered at least once to yourself if Reality is an automated thing to our lives; or perhaps a naturally embedded dream we relive that’s gone backwards, or even Predestined soulmates that have left afterwards in reincarnation through the energies of our Earth’s elements? Are you a firm believer in Fate? Honestly, what is Reality? The eternal existentialism that remains a Mystery to my Philosophers and theorists.   
Reality?
To think? What is the fact?
Reality means many things. In philosophy reality is almost a form of belief or different views of other concepts dealing with existence. Something that constitutes as something being "alive" or "real" that we can interact with fact and reality in this sense may include both being and nothingness, whereas existence is often restricted to being a part of nature. Why do most of us think like this? I feel it's because people think reality means we do exist. And through b

--Beyond the Meridian Light--
Opening my eyes to this parallel world, I finally understood the cosmic nature that lies between this dimension and reality. I swiftly went to the ends of the light at the end of the long tunnel Ring-Orbed abyss...my body was lightweight, I weighed nothing. The voice whispered to me, "You'll make it.." Was this God whispering? Does God speak to us in whispers? Whether it be or not, this voice guided me through this infinite and empty vast void of Space. As I traveled observing the beautiful scenery and surroundings, I observed below me and viewed Oceans composed of stars millions to billions of them aligned in an cosmic scattered spiral with light emitting from within them, from that I was floating under almost in an Ocean of lighted orbs. There were these type of Dream-like bubbles whom had vivid cinematic images inside them, sacred dreams of beings. I was trying to find my way back to Earth, back home...But I was millions of light years far from the plan

Walking Sequences of Other People’s Lifestyles (A dream Experience)
 
-I dreamt that I was experiencing and witnessing, several different lives of several different people. I was living lifestyles and going through many scenarios that took place inside the dream. Mainly about the people that I was dreaming about, it kept shifting and changing. Almost like a narrator, who is storytelling a role of sequencing events that took place, yet in the end they all coalesced together, yet they made no sense in the beginning. But I was a part of all of them in various ways, almost like a family. I had never seen these people before in my life, yet I feel like I had known them all my life. And that I was with them throughout everything. (which was strange to me?)
 
My role as a character or I guess you could say protagonist would change and shift through myself and then I would be someone else at times. The more I helped these people with their problems the more the dream became rea