Nothing is the ONLY thing that lasts forever. That goes for everything. And anything.

Don’t see nothing as a disappointing absence. See it as a potential perhapsibility.

Besides nothing, I guess forever itself lasts forever. At least, it has so far. But if it turns out it won’t, then obviously, neither will nothing. And if nothing ceases to exist, that would really be something. At least it would be, if only someone was around to notice.

(Which makes me wonder: if nothing is witnessed by nobody, what sounds like a forest?)

11:07 p.m., Existential Edition

There is a very specific kind of boredom that only arrives after 11 p.m.It’s not the energetic boredom of a Sunday afternoon where you might reorganize a drawer or text someone you shouldn’t. No. This is the dimly lit, slightly sticky boredom of someone who has already scrolled the entire internet and found nothing worth their remaining brain cells.Netflix has betrayed me. Again.Every thumbnail…

11:07 p.m., Existential Edition

I will never understand you. The way you move, the way you talk. It’s warm and familiar yet so strange.

As so, you will never understand me. My beliefs and my scent, and even the rattle in my voice may seem…strange.

Seriously. Nothing is the ONLY thing that lasts forever. That goes for everything.
And anything.

Rather than a disappointing absence, 
it can be a potential perhapsibility.

Technically, I guess forever lasts forever. At least, it has so far. But if it turns out it doesn’t, then obviously, neither will nothing.

And if nothing ceases to exist, that would really be something. At least it would be,
if somebody was around to notice.

(Which makes me wonder:

if nothing is witnessed by nobody, what sounds like a forest?)

My soul is filled with nothingness, possibly a placeholder against something more vacuous and vicious.

(Proud of this, don’t question my mentality)

Real live people? Hellllo? Anyone? Preferably a cool female looking to bullshit and chat? Yooo?

Decades…

Decades pile up like

logs in a darkened forest,

that remain unmoved.

I still cannot decipher

modern life’s meaning.

Its symbols & signs leave me

cold. I don’t think I

fit in with its crude worldview.

I want to step off

Time’s monotonous treadmill,

And detach myself

from the many distractions,

that plague our epoch.

I need to find a refuge,

that’s far away from,

this shrieking of nothingness.

Clean straight lines, the bane of my existence… But air-brush like brushes like Mechanical Pen 2? I have more fun with, you can erase the thickness of the lines to create interesting size dynamics in the outline.

Nothingness is everything. When we are nothing, without our egos, we find ourselves.

…It is You who has kept my soul from the pit of nothingness, for You have cast all my sins behind Your back.

- Isaiah 38:17

Notice you’re aware = Be aware of being aware = Know you’re aware = Just Notice = Just Be.

It’s all the same, just a pointer pointing to your direct experience as awareness :)

For example: Are you aware of reading this? Yes. Now, do you know you’re aware of reading this? Yes.

That’s it!

Ethnocentrism Is Emptiness

Repeatedly choosing to turn creative thought towards conflicted suffering will not dominate this life because this life is not of a rigid nationalistic standing. It is of no surprise to have learned that this life has an ability to acknowledge the countless compassionate conditions influencing living today.

The difference between relative and subjective is imagined, it’s irrelevant. There’s no one/no thing to take references from, and there is no subject (just appearance of one). Same with objects, there are none.

Direct experience simply IS a recognition of what’s absolute and constant in every experience (and appears as the experience), it never changes. One BEING.

And there’s no “everyone”. Again. One BEING. Singular.

Your seeking is what’s cleverly hiding the TRUTH that already IS, while being the TRUTH itself since nothing is separate from it. Stop and notice, THIS is IT.

Hidden in plain sight.

I’ve been at such max capacity for so long now, there is no place else for it to go…

If I could spill into the void, seal it with a great generational scream…

Then offer my flesh as the final seal, sucked into nothingness.

Finally weightless

Floating

For once

Not

Fucking

Drowning …