centrosis

for the longest time , i held that it was people who are mundane.
the mind makes strange buildings.enormously detailed constructs as strong as a pack of cards.invariably,it falls into the trappings of its own follies.
truant mind.
vicious vicious mind.
the schema of my current life;its macro picture,its "schema";its elements is dense.
i am constantly finding the evaluating self in strange,new places ;a subject of my own "experiments with truth".
the noose is tightening in ways.
attempting to grasp greedily can lead to exhaustion.
i feel tired all the time.

who am i?

notions have turned into rapidly dropping alphabets.

i am not that.
i am not that.
i am not this.
i am not this.

null leading to a pitless void.

and so if this is a new new life to be living...i am tantalised to live a little more for tomorrow.

i must excavate further,perchance.

life is a little short of breath and full of skipping heart beats.

the mystery is overwhelming.

i am alive,yes.
i will live longer in this moment.

i think.

so mundane,i.

so mundane.