transience
engulfed by a strange stillness
so utterly overwhelming
anxiety took over
and i drown in my own contemplation
a transient state of mind
a dream one could not escape from
groundless. it was
there was no place to stand
thus i dwell in the nothingness...
i am the nothingness;
a ghost of my own subconscious.
as rumi said;
"my place is placeless
a trace of the traceless"
posted by (nothingness) at 17:41
4 Comments:
Welcome back :)
it's good to be back.
i wrote this two months ago, though.
unisnspired. tired. and way too much work to do.
Especially love the first picture. I've often wondered how photography works, for some reason I can't get my mind around it.
Good that you're brilliant in it, though.
The curse of an architecture student - busy busy busy.
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