Imagination

Imagination is my neurological sanctum, away from systematical replacements, caused by contagium vivium fluidim; caused by a contagious, invasive, living fluidim. (Yuck) 

Contagious living fluid a germ unfelt, and so obscure the lurking with zero intent to help; but to mollify my system without my knowledge I am it’s victim, violated I am sickened by a germ unfelt, how twisted.

Unrest by reality is what compels me to wander, to seek out the better days in dream-waves uncharted. The epiphysis cerebri connects us to the light and exposes, all the spiritual worlds and dimensional doors that transcend towards enlightenment.

It’s like a moment already lived when I close my eyes, yet I’m yearning for feelings I can’t grip in real life. I imagine my desires so I can maybe fade away, into the infinite reality’s in the depths of my brain.

I ponder nervously through systems galore, deeply wanting all I have ever envisioned and more; my imagination is pitching with no aim and no form, just another benchwarmer chasing the “Seat of the Soul”.

I can hope in a wish but in hope there is none, imagination is real enough to escape all we can’t. The only places we control is all we think and all we feel, and ironically it’s not enough to keep our mind and souls clear from harm.

Conscious to the world within the walls of my mind, I know what’s behind the door if I look with three eyes. Focus on the wants and never get what I need, day dreaming my wishes like I’m counting some sheep. 

Medulla oblongata connects the prison in my mind, to the physical borders of all my essence truly aligned. Surrounded by darkness when my eyes stay shut, yet can clearly see the world beyond the astral flux.

I try so hard to imagine the door, that leads me into my astral core, to transcend me further into my mind and  show me the answers why I’m worth my own life.