WAKEthis is it's first entry.
the first entry. A sealed occurrence to a life of any sort to bear a beginning. The same repetitive birth to bestow upon all living beings and in this case, a blog. An introduction, a greeting, an aim. I had always admired the dreamlike nature, for where there is no form of a start. To be cast in to a random portrait, a translucent experience which tend to go on with the absence of aim. Time could sink through the narrow glass slit, but only if it is possible to be aware of its existence. The placelessness and the timelessness becomes the state of immortal existence. It could take me. And I'd be fine in this moonlit sleep forever.
Asleep, bodiless in the absence.
Do you remember your state of nucleus?
I know I had not remember the time of birth. But, there was a beginning to my memory that had been illustrated so distinctively. My life begun roughly 3 years after I was born. My first memory. I remembered deliriously waking up to an animated glare, illuminating through the flowery barred windows. It was framed through the gap of pink glowing curtains that still confined the shade in the room. From my chest, the blood streamed hurriedly through me and I stretched this new obedient body in which had seem so familiar. I could not remember how the bed felt, but i could only imagine its touch had blanketed me, as ruthless the tides of the sea. I know of nothing else which existed beyond that. The happiness and despair of life hadn't matter to me, nor did the spaces beyond those walls. Then with my memory, laid pieces that still lingered and the most that went astray. And there is now.
nitsuj
