A Clear Pool

I've been waiting... I think some may say, "not that long". But who can really say how long it's been. Since the day I was born, I have felt like this world is somehow not all right. Somehow, something is out of place or misconstrued or underrated. Something is forgotten. Growing up, I lost touch with a part of myself that was truer than life. Even through my great round baby eyes I had been able to see beyond the material... then one day things just "be". They just happen...shit happens. You can either dwell on it or move on. You can either live here now or plan ahead. You have to choose what time your perspective will be viewed through... things just are, but you can't just "see everything", you have to choose. Then I forced myself to wake up. To see beyond the lens...beyond the veil. Maybe I forced myself into a state of insanity... I always worried. But honestly, even if that's the case, this perception is much more real... mo...

I read once, that perspective is not just a matter of what you see...but how you see it. In my extremely fatigued state, I begin to see things much differently. The world I know blurs, and shapes and figures that I only sensed before become more clear. It's like my normal perspective is a film strip, and behind the frames of what I normally see are forms I ignore... and as that strip decays, develops holes and thins, I can see another reality more and more distinctly in each frame. This has been especially true whenever I stayed up late speaking to a friend about the nature of this unknown world. And often, my friends would begin to see the same things, but only if they sincerely understood what we talked about in their own hearts. I've been spending more and more time exploring these views. Faces and eyes peering from the shadows of open doorways, cracks, corners and reflections seem much less harmless when I take the time to try and understand them. It's the same with...