The Pool of Consciousness

Sitting on a cold ground, surrounded by thoughts. Breathe deep, breathe in the sensitivity of the floating words. The complexity of the string of consciousness. You become entangled. Racing heartbeat, and beads of sweat. Accumulating, the salty water rises. The tip of your nose visible as you sink deeper. You see light, and feel it’s warmth as you become lost. Lost in the pool of your mind.

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