At a moment’s notice our mind fold like a building getting demolished on a hot one hundred degree day. The mind is what controls the flow of evolution and hard hitting degrees of filth that takes us to unnecessary moments.
Time and deep existing go hand in hand. Only you can tell if the mind is sinking in the moment. Mountains of trash of helpless hopefuls are falling in the pit of hell as we continue to save ourselves in our own quicksand. Wow, this shit is mind altering to the tenth power of life being thrown at you when you first arrive from your mother’s womb. Breathe, breathe and take a breath to save your self, but only to keep your head above water. Limited time and questions bring madness and chaos like cavemen adapting to change when it first went down.
Digging in your soul and adhering to the perils of the mind is what makes us who we are in the those moments we start sinking and falling in the hands of the beast. Loving, needing, and whispers of the mind are the kind of shit that takes us in those sinking moments. Not knowing that change can be made when you just use your head and think for a moment. We live silently in our own turmoil and sink into dark moments of nothing. No air, no time; time stops and then the real sinking begins.
Quickly and motionlessly sinking into something of the deep and no where to go, nothing to see. Eyes are the windows into the soul, but our eyes are silent and itchy like sand paper scraping the inside of our precious souls. Soul time and life time are both what brings together the evolution of us, you and me. The screaming of the eyes are making waves in the mind that continues to sink and fall into a chain reaction that is marked like a ten car pile up. Time fades in and out for all of us who wish we had more of it to seek and save ourselves from our own demise.
The constant harmonious of sinking moments that play musical chairs in our mind and soul will continue to play over and over until the breaking point of busting out and being who we are begins. Time is limited forever and we must take our moments and make them count and dive into life with common sense. Seeking time and soul time is what keeps our sinking moments from getting roughed up and hounded by bouts of de-evolution.
Planting our feet firmly on the ground and facing those hard hitting demons with shackles is a must. As the old folks say keeping your head above water is a must, but the real deal is keeping your mind from sinking into your own quicksand and never coming out of it, is the real test.
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