in decision

transitions not so sweet, will wet the feet small souls given over to the hive is but all we are sick to the teeth the hate and the love is so bittersweet pain in the brain aches in the heart glory is all that is sought, after all what else is there?? but waiting for change, chasing the same yet knowing that each hold is different with each new grasp at the branch that sits above, so close to reach, yet so far whole bodies not real, time and space co-exist, mind has gone to feel like strands of the time that has created it, an itch that runs so deep that only the mind feels it can scratch. is this sweet? pain? torture? self mutilation of the most narcissistic, masochistic kind? joy? or anguish of the heart? cries for help or leaps of love? how do we know, but if not to experience and to hence forth decide, analyze and ponder within and on. if there is no path to tread then we feel lost having only the space of our minds to exist upon. its tangible feelings that we w

you find new heights, new boundaries that seem within reach, seem as though they could be torn down with such ease yet you hold them so close, fearing to let go of what holds you back. time keeps showing you what is within reach only to keep you past it with each forward second. can time be stopped? be it through power, force or belief can time be halted? can time cease to exist? looking through it within our minds allows us to traverse its beauty, all that it has captured, all it has taken away and the spirits that have created it. time is here but of creation, as a reason, but it shows its intangible necessity as a part of the motion of this evolution. we cannot categorise the existence of all as a part of anything wholely but time. a universe holds many more universes and this is without end. time is all we can be said to live within as a holder and quantifier of all that space and matter symbiotically meld within. we will keep moving toward an end, on a path that will only op