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I ran down the middle of the road, arms outstretched, alive. I was breathing, really breathing. This is the air of six ayem - the air you can breathe just by sensing it. Crisp, clean, the night's moisture shot through by the rays of the early, empowering sun.
Experiencing the day's time-exclusive pleasures is one of the advantages of never sleeping.
The bottom of the hill was no barrier - my legs carried me onwards in what had become a hypnotic rhythm, one to which I surrendered fully. My eyes closed, I pushed the stone road behind me and drove myself across the waking valley.
I don't sleep because I don't have a soul. I am incomplete - I cannot rest.
I stopped at the summit. The podium of the Gods.
But when I am here, and all else is forgotten, and the blood in my legs spreads comfortingly up through my heart and body, I cannot think what rest is if this is not it.
And then I flew.
Experiencing the day's time-exclusive pleasures is one of the advantages of never sleeping.
The bottom of the hill was no barrier - my legs carried me onwards in what had become a hypnotic rhythm, one to which I surrendered fully. My eyes closed, I pushed the stone road behind me and drove myself across the waking valley.
I don't sleep because I don't have a soul. I am incomplete - I cannot rest.
I stopped at the summit. The podium of the Gods.
But when I am here, and all else is forgotten, and the blood in my legs spreads comfortingly up through my heart and body, I cannot think what rest is if this is not it.
And then I flew.
Nice little snippet.
I quite liked it, flowed wonderfully, but I didn't really connect to it probably because of its length and more mysterious structure.
Still great though, don't get me wrong.
Still great though, don't get me wrong.
Very good. Short and sweet.
Interesting piece. Very hypnotic...
ayem - never seen it written that way before.
Liked it. Good like a snowflake is good.
Liked it. Good like a snowflake is good.
Mmm ... tasty little morsel.
Yes, that's right, I would like to eat you now.
Yes, that's right, I would like to eat you now.
Nice passing thought kinda thing. Some nice images, and I'm sure we'll hear a few different interpretations as to what it means.
I ran down the middle of the road, arms outstretched, alive. I was breathing, really breathing. This is the air of six ayem - the air you can breathe just by sensing it. Crisp, clean, the night's moisture shot through by the rays of the early, empowering sun.
Experiencing the day's time-exclusive pleasures is one of the advantages of never sleeping.
The bottom of the hill was no barrier - my legs carried me onwards in what had become a hypnotic rhythm, one to which I surrendered fully. My eyes closed, I pushed the stone road behind me and drove myself across the waking valley.
I don't sleep because I don't have a soul. I am incomplete - I cannot rest.
I stopped at the summit. The podium of the Gods.
But when I am here, and all else is forgotten, and the blood in my legs spreads comfortingly up through my heart and body, I cannot think what rest is if this is not it.
And then I flew.
Experiencing the day's time-exclusive pleasures is one of the advantages of never sleeping.
The bottom of the hill was no barrier - my legs carried me onwards in what had become a hypnotic rhythm, one to which I surrendered fully. My eyes closed, I pushed the stone road behind me and drove myself across the waking valley.
I don't sleep because I don't have a soul. I am incomplete - I cannot rest.
I stopped at the summit. The podium of the Gods.
But when I am here, and all else is forgotten, and the blood in my legs spreads comfortingly up through my heart and body, I cannot think what rest is if this is not it.
And then I flew.