Ever sat beside the wall and stared at the wall?With nothing, just a stillness within your entire being?
No chaos, no calm, no memories to replay, no strom, no fire, just some weightless gray ashes; somehow to heavy to hold.
Just breath, bones and slow dragging of clock needles.
The deep pauses between heartbeats. The noticable pattern of spiderweb. An ant's struggle to lift up a grain.
Just you yourself in a most tangible form. The blank faced walls listening to your quietness.
Surrendering to reality - inner death of ego's grip on life, leading to slow decay of spirit.
Illusions? Sugarcoated bitterness of reality.
Letting go of illusions feels like standing in middle of chaos. Stripped, alone.
What's left? A wreckage of raw, unfiltered you.
What's left? A peace, that don't liberates but humbles.














