Running away

My soul smokes away into the unknown. My body melts down, losing its control and direction. Yet, an anxious alertness steals my peace, my ability to control my being.

Painful shocks attack my mind, waking me up from an infamous dream.

I want to be one again. I want to be free from all. But wanting is no different from running in circles, running in between vicious addictions and lusts.

A potent, yet subtle susceptibility makes my numbness diffuse into a chaotic sensibility. Turbulence maddens my eyes. Frenetic blinking, desperate ticking, no patience nor flow in living.

How to free oneself from mundane cravings and self-imposed suffering?

Is trying to liberate just leading us to a trap, to a remorseless vice?


José Arvide

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