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