Do I still feel the ever shifting walls, the ones I once felt so long ago.
Feeling that everything holds it own secrets. Touching down into a world where the nothing makes the most sense.
Where a ripple of a crystal drop of water goes on for hours, staring infinitely into what it must truly mean.
A great emotion of fear and intense wonder. The more coherent I am to waking life, the more I feel a true peace fade away.
Perhaps the sleeping state of my past self, discovered through many years in solitude. Was a real peace.

Today I don't write as insane as I used to, but I still find myself stuck in the middle of a grass field in the fall of night.
I just stare on forever, not to scan stars for their beauty but feeling that I existed within them

I cant shake the feeling, the things I've seen and perceived in the world.

I don't know how many people can stare at a flower, or something as insignificant as a towel for hours on end.
Constantly thinking, Never stopping to wonder why I did it. I just knew within my entire heart that even the most insignificant things could be peeled back to behold marvelous secrets.