Where do you end?
Where do you start?
I do not know where I end
I do not know where I start
Can you comprehend me?
As your eyes try to adjust
An illusion, it’s all what it is
It is moving
It is also static.
It knows so little about life
It knows more than what the eyes can tell
It is joyful
It also craves for the escape it was never given the permission to give into.
It smiles
When it hurts, it also smiles
Is it coming
Or is it going?
Where is it going though?
What does it want?
It wants what it wants
It wants what it wants not
It listens to what comes from within
It listens to what should not be
Oh spiral
They want you to be certain and clear
They know nothing of my nature
When you see me spinning
You see my torment
When you see me static
You see my mind pondering
When you see the petals of a flower
You see my core essence
I’m both clarity and confusion
I’m both happiness and pain
I’m both love and fear
I’m both light and shadow
I’m both pixels and reality
I’m spiral
I do not end nor do I start.
Nida 𝔅.
