At the end of the world.

Enola. 

at the end of the world.

one plus one equals two.

two minus one equals one.

over and over again.

in a short lifetime that feels like eternity.

two minus one equals one.

over and over again. 

Alone.

All one.

shattered.

 

the last one.

roams on.

five senses become one.

one conversation.

with everything.

but alone.

All one.

at the end of the world.

nobody's  there.

no bodies there.

in the blink of an eye.

those eyes.  floating.

one plus one equals one.

it is over.

forever and ever.

until we decide to forget again.

Time to pay up

cutting edge physics says that our minds and emotions create our reality.

our thoughts manifest themselves in our reality.

all of them.

whats lurking in the shadows?

whats down in the basement?

the seals have been broken.

all of the famines and plagues of your mind

pouring out into your dreams

before they solidify in your days.

the night is almost over but not even close.

this year still has lifetimes waiting to be relived.

get ready people.

you cant keep fucking all the love without paying the pimp.

God chariots needs a paint job and new rims.

He is calling in all his loans.

I hope you didnt fuck the love too much.

It will be expensive.

the waves are so fast the sea is flat.

over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

infinite lifetimes.

relived.

played out.

it use to take lifetimes.

eons.

now the ripples have turned to waves.

the echo of all of them.

spiraling around. 

closer and closer.

the waves become so rapid.

it only takes days these days.

soon it will take minutes.

echoes echoing echoes.

copies of copies of copies.

it stands still.

the wave becomes a particle as the number shows itself.

the number is a word.

the one from the beginning.

and here it shows itself at the end.

when all the lives slowly coalesce into one big picture.

which is a mirror.

how is your movie?

you do know that you have never moved once in your entire life dont you?

you are plugged in.

encoded in the system.

an observer of a vantage point.

of the infinite.

you are and it is.

my god the terror when the thread is cut.

when one is not ready.

everything you ever knew is out the window babies.

everything.

it is beautiful. 

tragic.

and perfect.