Finding Zero
Woke up in a roar, spinning, rolled up in a shadow. It has gotten awfully cold here, my lungs are stiff and my breathing is disappearing, but the blood dribbling into my mouth gives me one last warm meal. They have stolen my vehicle and are charging towards in it, obviously hoping to kill me with it. I take comfort in the little things, and smile one last time. I tell my chest to stop, its okay. The shadow no longer lingers about me, but has entered through my eyes, and I stare into forever. I feel like Im sinking into nothing, into myself, becoming so infintely close to not existing, becoming zero and accelerating, and then all of a sudden Ive passed it, whereever it was I was going, Ive sunk into nothing, only to come out on the other side. Passing the point at which I felt this life would most certainly end, I burst out into all directions, an explosion of whereever it is Ive entered. I cant comprehend the extreme impact of the threshhold I crossed over. Im unable to filter out anything comprehensible, but this feels like growth. Inside I am stirring with life, and death is behind me, or atleast what I would suspect is behind me, but I dont know if there are any directions here. I move so fast, but yet I feel no consistency in whatever space Im moving through. Adjusting my frequencies, I feel as though a bolt of lightning is contained within my chest, entrapped, and that I can pull in more and more, feeling more and more dense. Im afraid of what happens if I keep going, the energy begins to leak through my concentration like water through a strangling grip, and then waves begin to crash against the insides of me. In the instant of decision, I leap and crash though the window feet first.
Bam!
Well what do say to your first blog? I feel like Ive know you forever? It doesnt matter it doesnt care. What do I care about at the present time, have to get up for graffiti removal as soon as I close my eyes. Trying to cease blinking is drying out my eyes. Havent decided if its better to sleep than work, especially if you dont care for the time involved "working." But, what will I do with the peanut butter sandwich I made for lunch? Eat it with a glass of milk I suppose. But for reals, wow this life thing is an entirely different painting than I had imagined, colors I couldnt comprehend.
A marathon through the damp streets and the concrete roads to the sky. Im looking at my new enhanced white running shoes tempoed in and out of frame below me, and Ive got a number lying across my chest, 113,871,464,001. This works, well, atleast I have a purpose, but for how long I wonder? There are worn out runners sitting on the ground scattered with regularity throughout the course, all different ages, all different faces, but all the same feeling. Why dont you get up I asked a young lady, and with a smile drowned in complacancy, she complained that unless I had something for her head, she was going nowhere. I didnt pay her much attention and decided that I would give her the momentum she needed to get moving again. As I went, bending down to put my arms between hers, she smiled again, as if she knew something I did not. I used an effort capable of lifting planets, but I could not seperate her from her seat. She is obviously too heavy for me to move, although it looks like it would only take a intense stare to lift her. My miscalculation. I move on and catch back up with my pack, we have reached the edge of the city. While the rain continues to pour only a footstep behind me, here it is dry, with a dry ground, an inviting canvasing of moss, covering the ground in mounds. The rain has formed into waterfalls, some in the open coming from a funnel of leaves above, but most are falling with the line of the tree trunks. It smells very alive and clean. The trees are a canopy of dark green and blue. Im going to take my shoes off, enjoy the breathing of the trees, I think Ill stop here to take a nap.
