There is only one place for me, it knows neither time nor space.
It is the way, a river of gratitude.
Time stops on the edge of eternity.
The sights and sounds around me become less and less important.
My writing and reading become both the same but different.
I’m not asking ‘why’ anymore…
I just go with the flow.
Every piece of culture and life bring light to the words that flow onto the page of my device.
I am floating along with sentence after sentence.
The ideas emerge as a new form or landscape.
As I read, I call out poetry, novels, news articles and many other kinds of writing.
But are my lack of sensations or feelings or consciousness part of the experience?
I am in the zone… reading and writing.