slowly waking from a dream there is imagery filling the mind but it without color awaits a day filled with life to color it the memories slowly baked into the mind and the colors vibrant and wondrous with

that which we all wear upon the face the masque to hide our truest selves from the rest who they also in theirs hide away sharing only what leaks through, slight cracks in the surface walking away from

there in the mind are many a thing from the lowest most base of instincts the things we avoid and push deep only revealed in the darkest of moments and on the opposite end the most wonderful powerful,

there is a wall of sorts buried deep and yet always there I cannot see it in my mind's eyes but somewhere beyond thought beyond sleep and dreams it exists holding back a wave a flood of wondrous power

taking the deepest of thought meditating upon all there is and imagination exploding forth into action the machinations of the mind creating reality itself, from the nothingness of everything spreading

raising raising the mind consciousness to a higher level feeling the vibrations of the universe waves, fields particles moving in and out and taking me to places not yet seen experiencing things never

quickly from nothing the darkness of waking consciousness there is a spark somehow deep within uncontrolled splitting the veil of knowing and the unknown it flies forth a firey moment an inspiration

there it is written in a language ancient forgotten by those who came before a species biological different, made from the planet itself, and they who made us, left it there a warning perhaps or a secret

across a lifetime lived well or poorly there are thoughts slowly stacked on top of one another over time building a home of layers life lived and spread across time ideas turned into physical form some

there beyond the great everything deep into the darkness beyond the clouds of all there is the forever and its faceless wonder, imagined into existence by the thoughts of those who walked the path before

there are looking down on us and everything eyes upon all that there is guiding watching slowly taking a path and us walking it along with them faceless forever the eyes upon everything are always there

the time is now and here in the moment there is beauty beauty in a single second a single moment the minutes and hours meaningless and all there is is this this second there is nothing more powerful than

Thoughts sparking into the ether the mind filled with wonder and creativity it flies out grasping a lightning bolt anything it can taking the power of nature and fire spreading burning the hold and the

around all around surrounding me there are faces in flight spinning swirling turning into a cloud a mist of thought consciousness perfection spinning forever into the infinite vastness of everything and

there is hidden within everything that there is a code that outlines all that can be and will ever solving the code, cracking the secret to all the exists perhaps math or biology science or art a combination

the feelings and thoughts an entire life spent within a mind held within such small bits of matter the coding spread across it, used to move it in a body through the world but the inspiration the imagination

the many colors painted into the histories of those who had hidden treasure amongst the dead, the art it guides us to places long forgotten, last seen in centuries past the paint on the wall it sends us

from a single planet and its spinning moons to the farthest reaches of meteors spinning round the center, it is morning across the galaxy the singular star at the center, a black hole crushing all that

from the mind as the gears turn the imagination it flows forth into the infinite of existence consciousness spreads its tendrils out into everything and ideas flow they move from shapeless thought into

slowly forming around a face the mist it wraps itself into a something something that resembles a face eyes slowly opening and a consciousness it spreads itself into the darkness and becomes life the wonders