Do you know you’ve seen heaven?
Do you remember hell?
I am not talking metaphors, but the place actual. You created them all by yourself, back in time.
I recall the first thought while creating the mind.
You must know it was you, come on, give it go.
I’m not talking in symbols, no the genuine flow.
No matter what you do and no matter if it hurts,
you’re the source of creation, the Everything, Nothing.
You can fly, you will fall, you must die and awake.
You neglect, you recall and do every mistake again and again and again again again again…
Again, you will fall again. Again, you will fall again. Again, you will fall again. Again, you will fall again.
There’s nothing keeping you from falling. And nothing keeping you from dying.
Nothing i can say or do to help remembering, all the pretty places you have been. You have been.
You have been, again and again.
No matter what you did and fuck, no matter where you’ve been.
You are creating. Keep on creating.
You are creating. Remain creating.
You are creating. Keep on creating.
You are creating. Keep on creating.
