It's not escape, it's traveling

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I want this page to be blank forever. That way, the space can expand to express all of the thoughts pushing on the borders of my mental capacity. I want to read a blank book with invisible words that refrains from framing my imagination. Pages and pages; the longest book in our history. Longest novel(single): Marienbad My Love by Mark Leach. Longest series: Perry Rhodan's 2300 volumes with 150 million words. With different criteria, some works even longer.

I want all this space to surpass time.

Space. Every step taken leads me, in one direction or another, towards the infinite. I face it at all times.


It exhales.












Then inhales me back into the smallest pinprick of existence. My feet: larger than my head at times when there are wildernesses to explore, but smaller than the paths leading away from me.

1. Away: (adv) from a particular place; continuously; indicating motion, displacement, transfer. (adj) distant, as in space or time


As in, every time I am presented with the idea of an immeasurable space (such as the sunrises from here to anger or sadness or contentedness or fear. Or from now until my death or the moment my path intersects with my next lover) I am facing away. Towards, against; my energy bending, twisting through a crowd.