And absence of sense... All is false - Everything is illusion. To incur a constant, yet linear spurious waves of feeling. Abnegation is the only way so all dreams looks true. Reality is impulsion....
Crave for the indecision. Awaiting the ultimate answer. Restless in infinite tediousness. Verity uprises from Nihilant. Womb of all ill shaped self reflections. Imaging wrongness.
Going right away through the meaningless form of capillar structure tied to the fibers of used flesh. It sinks into primordial synapses of the very essential part of the inextricable cage of emotions....
With that egocentric focus. The unending whirl of reflexive contemplation. As the symbol of nothingness, drawing an 8. Etching the message. Affecting the fluctuations. Corrupted silence. Indecisive...
Being tricked as a tool of anti-evolution. A potent belief of being elysian. Truthfulness is aura as manipulation belongs to a higher quiddity.