Infinite something

When you die, you, a tiny part of the infinite something that you are, still exists. Read the rest of this entry »

The earth is a deadly trap

The words kept echoing around the space where my brain used to be, before I died. I assume I am dead because I am still self- aware but I no longer have a body. Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t believe anything

One day I woke up with a jolt! I had just stepped out of a dream. I had been learning something from something that knew more than me. Read the rest of this entry »

Something in the dark is alive

The deep heart of the forest keeps many secrets. Read the rest of this entry »

Creative Living

I like this planet. No, I mean I really like it. There’s something about living in a world that lets you keep your pre-birth memories. Read the rest of this entry »

Infinite not-caringness

Behind it all was a god who did not care. Any being could visit HIS world and do whatever they wished but do not bother calling HIM. Read the rest of this entry »

I will destroy

I am aware that somehow, I chose to be here. Here, floating in this soup of exquisite colour and formlessness. Read the rest of this entry »

Not a creative world

It’s good to be back.. I suppose I never left really, but it’s good to be back in my mind. Read the rest of this entry »

Creative descent

I lay in bed, waiting to drop into that dream state, that other reality that I accept but can’t ever properly recall. Read the rest of this entry »

Creative permutations

I dreamt I was part of a tribe, a group of infinite beings of some sort that I cannot comprehend. Read the rest of this entry »