Saturday, November 29, 2003

Lucidity

A burst of clarity like thunder. It cracks open the stale shell of false conceptions, and understanding flows out like ambrosia and milk, healing me, completing me.

I've always been a believer that if one steps back far enough, the crackling disoriented pixels will form a picture. It seems like I was right this time. Those things that frustrated and frightened are pacified permanently. I feel connected to everyone and everything around me. I understand my own motivations. I am connected to myself. I am lucid.

Or maybe I'm just exhausted and I needed a few words to satisfy the likes of Brain *points to head* once again. Never have I, or will I be connected to myself. I am unfathomable. I am myself this way.