Jacob
Artist | Student | Digital Art

United States

Little soul, big world. Eat, sleep, eat, and then become many souls. What we are waiting to be, but forgot. Now we see the sky, and we remember what we are.

This, now, the dream before the waking, wax upon the wounds, sealed but unwhole, sever the binding and away! Reality, profound, undying, unsame. Reality? What measure of truth is there to question a facsimile of something nonexistant, which is to say existant within all beings separately and uniquely? Wax poetic. Wax prophetic. Rather the former, for the untruth and dismay of the latter.

Soliloquy, refined, reformed, unformed, formless. Ever here lies that which stays the hand of the king whose sword pierces the hides of the innocent. Ever here lies truth. Ever here lies untruth and truth ever-entwined; Forget, forgotten, forgone, forfiet. Follow the words never allowed to speak, watch light waves bouncing across the room to rods and cones and transform into thought, understanding. Understand, undercut, underplayed. Cones of light raining upon a pit. Pit, pot, poking the fires with an ashen armbone. Fibia, defibrillator, fibbing, final thoughts.

Goodbye.