It was a long lost dream.
The Brooke as I call it.
And its rumbling by for real now. I could taste the greens finally, feel the cool soil, watch the worms squirm, feel complete in an otherwise lonely forest.
The quality of the air is vibrant, with thoughts, feelings, experiences of the self. Yet all you would hear is a silence. Just as thought.
I could sleep, mesmerized. Like many times I have, in that idea. But when it happens for real, you live it. Something, someone reminds you. The moment is mine.
You could see a lot of colours around me. People from the past and future. Those that are a part of you. Each going through their own thought process. Their own feelings. Their own part in the process. Growing and changing and shaping, each moment.
A jungle is a jungle, there will be animals. But by the Brooke, it all feels human. As less human as possible when submitting to the natural forces. As more human as you could be, when you touch the nothingness. The truth.
And beautifully so, you just live it. You do not feel the need to run, escape, leave. You feel entrenched, as entrenched as possible...for it is you who gave birth to that moment, whatever that is happening on the outside. For you know...that it came from the within.
If it were possible to call it love, I would. But I would call it, life. Life as it is. Should be.
If it were possible to call it an adventure, I would. But I would call it life, as it is.
If it were possible to call it a the truth, I would. But I would call it life, as it is.
Those few moments, I won't forget.
Those very, by the Brooke, I would never forget.
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The Brooke as I call it.
And its rumbling by for real now. I could taste the greens finally, feel the cool soil, watch the worms squirm, feel complete in an otherwise lonely forest.
The quality of the air is vibrant, with thoughts, feelings, experiences of the self. Yet all you would hear is a silence. Just as thought.
I could sleep, mesmerized. Like many times I have, in that idea. But when it happens for real, you live it. Something, someone reminds you. The moment is mine.
You could see a lot of colours around me. People from the past and future. Those that are a part of you. Each going through their own thought process. Their own feelings. Their own part in the process. Growing and changing and shaping, each moment.
A jungle is a jungle, there will be animals. But by the Brooke, it all feels human. As less human as possible when submitting to the natural forces. As more human as you could be, when you touch the nothingness. The truth.
And beautifully so, you just live it. You do not feel the need to run, escape, leave. You feel entrenched, as entrenched as possible...for it is you who gave birth to that moment, whatever that is happening on the outside. For you know...that it came from the within.
If it were possible to call it love, I would. But I would call it, life. Life as it is. Should be.
If it were possible to call it an adventure, I would. But I would call it life, as it is.
If it were possible to call it a the truth, I would. But I would call it life, as it is.
Those few moments, I won't forget.
Those very, by the Brooke, I would never forget.
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