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Notes #2 A New taste ..

Curiosity is a dangerous thing.. It pushes the boundaries of reality.. You begin to question the world around you... The people around you,

their intentions ..

Everything comes with a price or a motive..

even if it's a genuine motive.

A motive never the less .

When you look in the mirror what do you see?

What thoughts accumulate, behind paper eyelids?

Questioning your own thoughts . Your own actions to reactions..

What do you discover?

Some may never see the reality of what we are.

Or what we can become given the right circumstance.

What led me to this point? What broke? What snapped into place?

Others see insanity.

Yet I've never seen it clearer ..

By society standards this is madness .

This is infectious and actions must be taken to make an acceptable, law abiding citizen ..

If this is madness,

Then leave me to rot..

For I've never felt so alive...

What becomes of a man who believes in nothing fully? Does he fall from heaven?

His wings clipped ..

With disgrace...

The devil no longer welcomes you either

The flames of eternal dam only create an inferno that shines brighter than the sun..

Seeing in you that you will start a riot..

He kisses you with remorse for he could never break you...

How do you exist in a world where the dead are alive?

I'm afraid to die excited to live...

More than I've ever been ..

Yet death seems so welcoming...

Eternal slumber in the silence ..

I went into the forest

And

What stands before you is whatever you choose to see..

Energy

And nothing more...

Morphed

Into what you choose to see

Through shared experiences

And

Your own perspective..

Who am I when I'm not being observed ?

Who are you when you aren't being judged for the crimes your own mind creates?

Your own morals dictate your very actions?

How is that possible?

Internal conflict ?

When in theory you should have full control of your own mind...

I went into the forest

And

I took off my space helmet..

My senses heighten

And

I wept

Till the ants drowned before my feet .

The smell of pine

Brought memories that weren't mind to claim

But of the trees ...

Every pore opened,

Wide,

Like little mouths...

consuming the world around me...

And

I wept again

Because I'll never meet another soul quite like mine..

Bursting at the seams to share this madness with someone...

Failing seems like a life wasted

And

Yet I can't wake up a dreamer

If he/she still believes

In a God...

-Danny Sheehan

06.25.25