I am on penthouse earth, top of the now bottomless. Subtly shown mirth, I’ll sign it out to ecologists. Economists, pathological liars bathed in self-confidence. Ignore that, we’re focusing on consciousness.

No cookie cutter complacency, I was made to be a little off the tip of the razor’s edge. May we unanimously face our necks and nerves to the breeze, and declare our uninformed nature solemnly. I want to be, more than dust in the cosmic carpet. I want to register stars mentally on top of occipitally. See, I spent a whole day pretending I wasn’t scared of what I don’t know. Prisms dissect color and color dissects globes. Woah. The galaxies are too far apart to see if anybody really cares about me or these thoughts that I’m desperately trying to dilute with chamomile tea. I spoke once about growing edible leaves in concrete, that’s before I discerned my so-called reality from possibility. What’s out there, do I really see to the boundaries? Is my floundering some sort of symbology? What I will see when I cross into this other side that so many claim to see, what is belief? What is and is not a mental construct, is questioning that a mental construct within itself? Is asking for help weakness or a sign of mental health? Regardless, I’ve probably written about a million love letters to the stars when I truly have no knowledge of what they individually are. All together I see something I feel more connected to than the average carbon based life form. The light is warm millions of miles away still, and I feel... Just kidding.

Andromeda meets amoeba, introductions are see through. I see through and through the universe, and you? Speak first. Jellyfishing, translucent, vicarious uselessness. Part of something greater, blame it on the cluelessness.

Mental foundries have found me, and bound me to earth, air and sea. One can dream, only once content with fruition being an impossibility. So, I’ll spend a whole day on top of the globe, spend the night in celestial snow. Breathe in with white light, and out with darkness, euphoria, to the boundaries I go.

Boundaries and boundaries surrounding the foundries,I found me a niche in which I’ll wait out the bad dreams. I am on penthouse andromeda.