Retreat
I don’t want to feel anything anymore. I dream of becoming a vessel, a string of organisms that breathes and pulsates without intellect.
Without any awareness of its existence. Something that is alive, but empty.
Living.
Without emotions. Fear. Awareness. Without any qualities of a human. Noises rumble around it. Everything swirls and pulsates. And the vessel floats. Exists. Without any addition.
A string of bacteria enters its body and begins their undermining process. Molecules and atoms travel across. A sub-process begins, then it ends as intended. The nature of existence is undisturbed. Pristine. The concept of birth and death, is not present. If a particle deteriorates, a new one appears in its place in an instant. There are no attachments. Only a deeply rooted natural process, that does only one thing: it exists.
It floats in the depths of the oceans.
Where the sky is only a memory.
