Am I the only one mind fucked by the oneness? I Revel in this constant no reference point, like a Non-Stop free dive through time and space, or Flow State than ever ends. I remember when reality used to feel more solid but now it all feels like a dream.
I remember when I used to feel like a person in a world that was outside of myself. I have a faint memory of what that felt like. Of life feeling real and scary. But now there’s only one and it’s all subjective and safe and unreal. It feels like it’s doing itself and I’m just watching. Conviction clear as fuck.