Balance as a love interest

And on and on and on we roll.
Forgetting to forget that we’re all alone.
But remembering to remember that we’re not suposed to know.
This, is to balance.
That, is the key,
Which, will set us free, in the end.
I see.
Smell.
Taste, and touch
Categorize.
Construct.
Understand and analyze.
But then,
Something new.
Overpowering,
Undiscovered.
Suddenly,
Rising panic.
Faster heart, faster.
Vision blurring,
Until…
Stop.
Look around,
But not outside,
And see.
Something glowing,
Faint.
Untraceable.
Abstract and blurred.
This is me?
How can this be?
How long has it been here, for me to not see?
So many questions,
But slower heart, slower.
Breathing quieter.
Understanding.
What was this, more than observance?
Emotion.
Feeling, without touch.
Hearing, without sound.
And I begin to see again,
Black and white,
Up and down,
Yes and no,
But all from within.
This is balance.
This is acceptance.
This is freedom.
No more war between myselves.
No more fighting between my minds.
No more confusion,
No more conflict.
Smile.
Sleep.
Dream.

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