(Reposted from recovery)
The blending is taking the stark
making gray
Bold realizations become clouds
the static murmuring, burning bland
When all is heat, then hot has no reference
and cold burns
Interrupt driven
grinding the gears, pushing steam
hold this chaos, hold this mind
a misfire sparks a wildfire and bathes one in the instant glory that leaves ashes
But the come down
post orgasmic tremors
The gray takes over, and there is no set Medelbrot can create to break this constant shade that makes my shade crave escape again.
Like the gray matters in the grey matter.
Blend away
bend until they become the same
break away from this path and just have this moment as we embrace again the inner peace of gathered fragments that is the cranial chaos
That was once our lives