music that tingles

worship to the moment

an endless symphony of

pure, undiluted emotion

living to the touch

swaying, existing only

to float down the

river that is everything

religion just a whisper

of past existence on

a different plane

the energy at the core

of your stomach

releasing endorphins like

twinkling lights across

the city at night

words aren’t really enough,

are they?

past, future

all is now

every heartbeat

every laugh


scream alone in the dark

waves of warm fire

what it’s like to burn so gently

that you never want to leave

the flame’s embrace

what is the opposite of an existential crisis?

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