Mind Pure And Wide

If your mind can go there, than what are you? What is it we are really made of? I’ve been stuck in the dimensions of my porcelain skin… my mind is the only outlet in which to take me where I’ve never been. Or perhaps I’ve always been, now familiarizing myself once again to the unending time chamber of past, present and future. If I had to spend the rest of my days confined to societies limits and humanities borders, I might throw in the towel now… out of pure boredom. I want to read something that hasn’t been written before, I want to experience abilities that are outside of this form. God, take me near to what hasn’t been done before… so much is waiting to be explored. I hold my mind in high regard, my only wish being to mimic yours. Clear my notions and reframe it in your motion.

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