Sudden Breaks in Consciousness
There are moments when suddenly my mind eye's lids spring on, as if they were searching for sunlight on gloomy mornings. It was a rainy night, a long time since. But the ground is parched, and the concrete repeals it. The ocean is happy tonight, greeting long since past vapors that I exhaled to the heavens. Know I the God of the universe, yes, and perhaps we communicate a scale far too hidden and mysterious for you to see, but I do believe, its bullshit not to. Yet practices and ritual are vague to me, and matter not. But the moment I believe, and purpose, and meant to be. This is why mistake and accident and heartache hurt so much, because even though everything happens for a reason, my soul doth ache.