Sometimes when I fly, the turbulence makes me think about what’s outside, how what I feel is visualized. Is it a simulation, a dream, an obsession, is it… What is it? The deep blue, the dense clouds, the clean, pure colors distort my understanding, my vision, and become entangled in my being, my soul, and my spirit. They form whirlpools, bridges, portals, and interdimensional transmutations of such speed, of such expansion, that there is no option left: to melt or to crystallize.
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