I have been so lost in the moment, I did not know I cried until I felt the tear caught in my eyelashes.

The present can be lonely and wide, surreal to walk upon the earth and be aware I am alive, yet not know what I am. No voices, past or present, can reach you in the frequency of your soul. A body and mind, growing young to old. But here I am, in the center of my revolution, in the core of my universal presence and I feel exposed for once without shame. Some might say going insane. But I feel perhaps I’m neither asleep nor awake, somewhere flowing, lucidly.