frost

.gray landscape filled with pitch black clouds, all heat has gone sensing frost, frost, surrounding everything, freezing it, trapped into thy consciousness, a flawless void pours into the indefinite shell, extinguishing the inner discomfort, drowning it, and wiping the haze out of these glass bulwarks, emptiness of everything magnifies thy sensitivity, as the pain slowly resorbs and lets the channels free, motionless ashes structures the horizon, mentally building an uneven grid, polygonal nests modeling brightless patterns, the only visible waypoints giving a comprehension, an understanding of the depth of this non energy, the subconscious strings can be felt now, controlling the actions as a puppet master, this manikin state avoids me to make mistakes, every little stimulation reproduces an ersatz of freewill, informations runs through these freshly born pits of senses, the revigorating effect buries the verity of the context, now the assimilation, host of an education.