At this point
I am bored. And not sure what to do.. but meditate
And use psilocybin with blindfolds on
But just as I wait for all these nights to come, revolving
the planet spinning, flung through this pure darkness
It can be scary..
But as I would sit in silence, or listen to music - In the distance, coming towards me
Let my mind be one with this fractal universe
As I am a pattern that knows nothing, and has everything
I remember being in the mental hospital..
A note was written on the chair in front of me..
I was frustrated that I had to wait 3 days in that boring hell
To see a psychiatrist
But now it's okay..
There there. Quiet,
I wish silence to come to this once, non-spontaneous, analytical mind,
that has become..
Infinite