Tonight the time is just what my watch says it is.
Days gone by… and i found my conscious being oblivious to the purest of the feelings it used to believe in. And i start to ask myself about the future and i can’t stop the thinking of me ignoring my present.
How is it supposed to happen when focused on upcoming events? it just doesn’t make any sense, and then i think about today and i just feel selfish for longing about feelings not everybody has, and status and power and freedom.
And i turn my head and find my neck being so stiff, i longed for everything, (why did i turn my head in the first place?) now I’m just not as sure. Why would i want everything in this world to be perfect? It is my nature i’m talking about now; my longing, my needing of the people getting better and better, and my focus on prosperity and love in the world seems to be hanging up there as the other false things brought to me by what i knowingly name as ego, start to fall and vanish to the unknown.
“Just as i thought” resounds out loud through my head; i don’t even know where the thought comes from, why do i hear it so loud?? what am i hearing? i found my schizophrenic tendency to be both as real as anything possible in this reality, and as close-minded as most people i get to know every day hiding behind their oh so comfortable masks their inner child told them would be practical using to avoid reality.
And i ask myself what went wrong? when did it start? who did this? why do i look for a responsible one? what would i tell it/her/him anyways?? why do i think of myself as a being? why do i ask of myself? do people believe in the inner observer??
I found my thoughts telling me, not. Suddenly “my” head becomes a stranger, and it is talking trough what people call my mouth, and it’s developing logic solutions to the problems, some way to stop the “would” wich could hurt this being who’s writing now, and people like to call… whatever they like to call him.
Tonight the night is fresh, and the sensing ability this character developed tell him it is is cold, and the feeling ability confirms it with a sudden calm and renewal thinking. He can’t even think about the word “telling”, how do senses and intuition communicate to the cognitive being??
You must be thinking this is a joke, as far as this continuous thinking keeps on reasoning and convincing itself it’s real, there will be reality and therefore it will be conceived as every days living.
No need to feel uptight, says the conscious thinking, or better expressed, asks it itself in a 75% convinced way it is.
The internal observer shut itself down, now the being is acting as a tertiary to transmute feelings into thoughts, words, language. And as it does it’s work it reacts strangely, it founds itself being conditional and it just doesn’t accpet this way of thinking.
Tonight is the time to leave past in the past, and leave future in the future. Tonight is the moment where time doesn’t make sense anymore. Words like “tolerance” and “patience” and “peace” become intangible an d disperse throughout the room , world and universe as a unified one called “action”.
Without time there’s no reason for waiting; in fact the word waiting makes just an excuse for weak people to not do as their inner observer is valuable directing.
Who are you and what do u expect??
This mind knows the answer, do you??
