Caricamento in corso...


Every person has an inner being inside them.
It knows no bounds. It is endless.
It knows no freedom or restraint.
However, it’s locked inside our human vessel.
It knows no different. Knows no other.
It’s screaming to be let out.
Does not know its caged.
It has memories of a life before,
but will never remember who it was.
It has a collection of knowledge from
years before it’s current time.
A collection that was born within in us.
Passed on, and absorbed
from generation to generation.
It is awake when we are asleep,
and is buried when we are awake.
It is a dream within a dream.
It is a perception.
But not always a reality.
It is life itself.

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