It\'s time to think, what does it feel, what is the experience, what is the emotion, what are the thoughts, what is the blanknessness. In what? In the physical and tactile hallucination of the grip, the strong firm grasp of society and the world onto all limbs of your body. So firmly gripped onto you that you bleed and scab; the scabs start to heal then peal then bleed, it\'s a cycle that won\'t end. But you think, you stop struggling, you breath in and out, controlled, and now the scabs start to scare.
They are healing. What you\'ve done is learned how to think, not to just think but have control of what holds onto you. You still feel, it, the, whatever it is but you move less and find it easier to breath. And with time.... You are at your final minutes, you don\'t need to breath anymore, you\'re body actively dying. You are at rest, no more gripped limbs. A free soul awaiting for judgement