ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΕΙΣ

im a junkie of consciousness consequences of meaningless plots buzz in my head like flies wedding , and the ghosts of x that decay through endless trips of acid and sex i spend hours in the bathroom thinking philosophy i sleep only in the morning when people work and dream not i eat cigarettes and drink the nectar of a helpless soul that sleeps inside coffee i feel awake and lost i feel enlightened but not free i see vanity in all its glory i hate words.I get practical….. i spin around my body and then i let myself touch the ground head and belly touch the ground Meditation…. give it to me the mystical vision the love of brahman ……. how did i get here? i want to be a leaf but now i know freedom is cowardliness it is cowardliness and selfishness and nothingness … how can i be free when i think of you? how can i be free when my heart touches the ground?