I 'm dying.

You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, Mountain, Central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

i'm living beyond the word of "living", i'm living as i rarely lived before,
with the fresh perception i knew the cards are already thrown on the table,
that Plato's cave was already the "civilized" conformism template around us,
but even though the path is already written, we know that life inside is just beyond the world of words.
should we be turning our heads to the sun, the shadows will fall behind us, in the blur.
smile! you are living again, you're making choices sleeping, far away from lucid as you can be,
until you are awake and see the eons of immortality beyond and before,
the dual and fractalic vibe of life will be behind, patiently waiting.
for you to get back in the center of The path, as you were born in equilibrium.

condolences