reflectedimage

abstract sound waves bounce off the walls of the spectral spheres inside my head. reflections of the past float by like falling leaves of a dying tree. her words calm and shock me to the core all at once. you know i enter the abyss tomorrow? yep. didnt they tell you its judgement day? its funny how time is a stream, someone told me there is a waterfall at the end. at the bottom is where you will find it. whatever "it" is. the past is just a memory, and the future will never happen. live in the now, its the only way to live. so where did you say you were going? im going out. out where? out there. where's there at? im going where you cant find me, in between the sounds, time and space is an imagination of the mind. is it? if it is we're living a lie. where is this going? nowhere, even nowhere is somewhere, you just can't get there. ever try to imagine nothing, absolute nothing, no color, no darkness, nothing, you cant, there is always something.