NOVEL FROG IT IS PULSING
Walk and walk and run and run and run, it doesn’t matter where you’re going and it doesn’t matter if you’re going in circles. Your feet go numb and there’s no way to know if they’re moving as they should. Going up from there, your legs go to a dream world and just abstract, just abstract, and the same for your whole body. Are you even on the ground anymore?
You’re falling. Or at least, that’s how this might be interpreted. Your vision doesn’t mean much anymore, neither does your hearing. It’s all a blur and your body is the exact same as the concept of walking, of running, of falling. Intangible. Mass converted to pure energy. To pure thought because what even is thought, is thought something you can hold in your hand? No, but your body was. But can you hold energy in your hand? That’s a bad question, because you are no longer qualified to answer it. No meaning to you having a hand, to you having legs, none of it.
Walk and walk and run and run and run(!!!!!!!!), WHAT ELSE! What else could you have done in this life? You could spend all day thinking about it. In fact, you DID spend days thinking about it, once upon a time (LONG TIME, NO TIME AGO) you spent WEEKS AND WEEKS AND WEEKS AND WEEKS when you could just smell the air instead. It’s all around you and you’ll lose your smell soon, so just savour it. AND you can taste it on your tongue, too, you better savour THAT as well since you’ve still got time for such things (for now) since taste and smell will be the last to leave completely, right before vision vision. They’re leaving you and YOU’RE leaving them too (RECIPROCAL!!!!!), you’re leaving it ALL behind. It’s not death, no, it’s ascension. You could’ve done this in the opposite direction too, become nothing but a device which takes in sensory data and processes it through a CPU / brain, there’s no good difference, it’s just an inorganic / organic difference and what does that matter when you could just stop and go on with your current path? What you need, what you need, all you need, all you need, become pure energy.
You’re falling, and the sky is all you see. Sight doesn’t mean much, but the slight remains of your physical form can still send a few signals (few but strong so strong SO strong). Your touch left you first & first you couldn’t feel the tip of a needle then you couldn’t feel a stick then you couldn’t feel her warm hand then you couldn’t feel the boiling water you spilled all over your piece of the world. Then the hearing started to leave too, just a little later, and it was the most heartbreaking one to let go of (at first, only at first) since THAT’S how you were comforting yourself at start (when it scared you, when you even KNEW fear) with the sound of the wind or the chit-chat going on outside or a song or the ceiling fan or your gentle (or SLAM SLAM SLAM) taps on the table and now you can now just BARELY sense the wind brushing against your head, you can sense only the most violent gales (few but strong SO STRONG BUT FEW).
WALK AND WALK AND RUN AND RUN AND RUN because the vessel must be exhausted as quickly as it can be and this is the last thing it can do at all — no choice! No choice in leaving (past the point of no return), but you CAN choose to leave GRANDLY and you must make it complete, a blaze of glory to bid you goodbye. And this isn’t death, this isn’t death, it’s ascension.
YOU’RE FALLING. The sky has joined you. It’s pulsating and it’s all you can see and it’ll be the last thing you ever see, because soon you will get something which is much greater than vision ever was. Vision is you seeing things, the ability you get now as a being of pure energy (not just thought, so crude) will be to become those things & you will bridge the gap between unliving & living & the gap will cease to exist & gaps will cease to exist & the ability to think such things will– the sky is falling too, the sky is spasming, it’s spasming, it’s pulsing, you’re pulsing, you’re spasming, you’re the sky & you are falling & flying & falling & flying & pulsing.
Goodbye.