know now

Im out of my skin, this ghost that floats me to the dreamlike consciousness can not shape the notion I must present.

Please, do not judge do not speak negative thought.

Just know, 

The years backwards I read. The shape of the perception of the space that was. There is so much to unveil, the world is known from the inside out. I am just now discovering the information from these fresh, clean, slates we own. The view from here harnesses much beauty. But I weep for odessa, and I feel the weight of the new. It affects my miniscule comparison to time.

Knowledge is leading me into a solitude. I am faced with new questions to my own inner state of existence, and it weighs on me. I make excuses to shift the weight. But its time to grow now.

The flooding gate of his dreams pouring into everything.

The mind is blank and barren with the correct soft touch he is aiming for. Where is this light shaping him? the weight of the combined waves of the mass of everything...