Infinity
- Jacy Bledsoe
- Nov 29, 2020
- 1 min read
As I lay on the brittle forest floor, I gaze up at the diamonds in the sky surrounded by night. My mind becomes at ease and my body relaxes as if all nerves are sucked of potency by the dirt. An eye of 60 frames captures the most amazing specticle, infinity. The realization that we are but mere bits in this enormous sea of nihility. Supposedly this nothingness birthed a world of corruption and confusion. Why was I cast upon the very soil tainted with restriction and limits? I do not belong under this electromagnetic field of filth, I belong where the bounds are broken, and the mind is released. My wish will without a doubt be ignored however, for when you're caged from the infinite, you were never meant to be free. I believe, no being can comprehend true freedom, not even I. It is a concept that will be forever blurred due to the ages of abuse from pseudo-intellectuals. Even in a small portion, infinity is what makes you wonder, and reflexes your secondary vision. Observe, contemplate, and speculate, but never conclude, a blueprint can never be drawn, but that is the beauty in universe. These skies of diamonds are greater than any explanation you can give me. I am restricted, but my mind is not, it shall journey as far into oblivion as possible, even knowing it will never come back. Swallowed by the endless trail, my mind is beyond, and my body remains on this soil.
Original Creation - 4/27/2013

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