April
Winter

Cabin Fever: Introvert Enlightenment

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This parallel universe lives in the tranquil and isolated mind. Bombarded with the daily, infernal oration it seeks a void. A gap in the monologue exhaled by every walking identity.

The body, a statuesque rendering of its former self, catatonic and cold, waits patiently for its brief conclusion.

With the absence of body and distraction, the mind is at last prepared for extrospection. To grow its thought garden and fill the void with transient disillusionment and sincere meaning.