
Soil


∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆

There’s a peasant in me
More tame
Domesticated
A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth
From her I get my strength
Hard steps
Most prized possessions
My sorry little secrets

I played hand and hand with death
Just for fun
Because I loved it
Milkyways and eggshells shadows glinted
I gravitated
I’ve been disassociating more this past week. Zoning out, going to different realities and freezing. Yesterday while driving I forgot where I was, where I was going, and what I was doing for like 10 seconds before I remembered. I was looking around frantically trying to grab hold of something I could remember. And while in the car with X he was handing me money and talking something I could care less about and I was elsewhere and I heard him but was unable to understand him. I’m neutral about it. Just observing. Curious to see what’s the root to my aloofness…
Today was a weird day and when I got X… and looked him in the eye. I felt grounded with his being, his golden beam. I locked eyes for as long as I could. And I felt home.

I got a taste.
Enough to savor.
Enough to live for.

Leather numbings
Tip toeing on waters
I’m holy now
Have touched the heavens
Came back lively vessel
I’m home
I’m home