Spiritual Zero

Scared to write, unsure what will happen when he wakes up and crack the ice above.

Still with that strong core but lacking will, a body and soul that is slowly degenerating into a meager shadow of a man that once walked upright, with curious eyes. Always being mistrustful and doubting that true moments were real. He had always been living inside a sphere and never really ever seeing or feeling his true place while standing on the roadside while all and nothing rushing by out of grasp, falling behind. Broken and beyond point of mending, time has caught up with the Ape man at last. This was a anticipated moment, he know that, but when reality bit the pain came not as a sting but as a fading echo growing stronger, pounding with a distant thump at first. Now the sound has reached home loud and clear, action waiting to be set free. That idea to take the step out is just a closed door away. Afraid to open up his eyes, not man enough to face the vision that reflects back, lacking the skill to enable the self to become one whole, complete entity with muscles and bone, nerves, blood, fat, skin and hair that is man. He was never meant to be in the first place, always this mantra that put all other knowledge’s beneath. No hope on the horizon but a glimmer of what waits after the storm, well below 50 degrees latitude there is supposed to be complete nil. This being a way out and beyond, strap yourself to the mast and bite down as the turmoil is given permission and access to let rip.

Scared to write, scared to hold a naked blade in his hands. Collected time pieces showing different times, still working deeper into a future as the precise moment fades with every second.

So, man decides to decide. Spiritual Zero

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