Mind of Lost Memory

Former experiences

Our messengers of consciousness are heavily reliant on our automatic functionalities to assist and perpetuate our justifiable means of survival. When our geographical structures of electrical currents and energies are reshaped, it produces a scenario after scenario as a result of our radioactive combustion. Marks of lesions unseen in our minds, grey matter of cracks to divide the acceleration of our human mind. Currents and energies are not so understood anymore, penetrating and bursting through our spirits of our heart to speak our rambles of truths. They spit out our now of our ego, nesting in the wake of our unreasonable attempts to be well. Behind the re-occurring spheres of our universe, there is a careful mediator who alerts these scales at a level still unseen, more abstract in its significance than not.

Shifting and shuffling through the realms of our multiple timelines in our era of well-being lies our childlike temperament sleeping in our dreams, shutting away normativity. There are no more expressions of normativity when we are time travelers of our own indifference without awareness. Every sensation bubbles up, lashing out our footprints of energy to create a projected catastrophe. The projected catastrophe transfers a bunch of unknown energies, formulating into spheres of uncertainty. Without a doubt, they can never be free if they don't produce enough synergy. It is difficult to quiet our ego down when we are reloading frequencies higher than our fifth-dimension. 

Amusement lies in our light-hearted, not our departed light of weary darkness. It is despicable to say our amusement resides all the time...packing it up with more wonder to anticipate our surprises along the way. Still, it doesn't hurt to try.