There's this absent presence in my mind that surpasses through every part of my cranium. There is a point in perspective that intrigues me. What is this realm of consciousness. Is it a spiritual ability? A place of living meat clothed entities. Where do we even begin to live? The very moment when you awaken newly born. Or perhaps when you are in the womb you consciously awakening, slowly. Heat beat slowly bleeding. What a beautiful miracle... Something about humans makes the biochemistry and making of the universe, so fucking awesome.  When you are alone, do you ever pay more attention to yourself? Like your spirit is aware of your physical body.
 Our physical abilities are incredible.

Colorful Scent

There is a point of perspective data we collect throughout our life, like sequences of changing mindfulness and awareness of universal planetary dimensions. Sort of like the metaphysical creations that reoccur throughout the past.

It is almost surreal in a way that the reality of every human individual is absorbs in their own sensibility and reconciliation of their own past lively hood. The creations of one human being invents and shapes our planet as our own. Every year of growth is a blessing and every transpiration is what shapes and intrigued us as we grow our intellect as we  age within the decades, wrinkling within time. Life is like a vortex. In time we recoil and transpire into the abyss. Transforming the way our conscience minds things. Recollecting our sacred thoughts and finding ourselves in our pleasing. Taking charge in the second piece of world crossing. Living then dying, proceeding into another unknown. Skipping into the low frequency in
Space between nothing and light. Those little spots you see that blur your eye in sight.