It’s the darkness inside. It’s filled with nonsense and blinding images. The voices speak to me directly. I can’t tell which direction they are coming from. They are distorted by the music playing around my sphere of open doors and golden light. Fought to break the locks binding the pathways of a true self… acknowledgment…in the everlasting…darkness.

In the darkness, the truth is found highlighted in plain sight…in the darkness. Close your eyes and you will see your beautiful horror, the faceless, the forgotten, the shamed. Dredging through the thickness only thinned by the light.

In the vortex, collide with stars. Fall into dreams of oddities and humor. Bask in the glory of discovery of time and space and self-actualization.

Manifest within yourself the universe and beyond. Drag down the curtains of self-blasphemy. Shake loose the anxieties of cataclysmic projections.