In a moment of absolute isolation, there was me against my only witness; my own self.
The Sun had its own way to dry the tears of doubt.
I closed my eyes, and some sort of kaleidoscope shaped on the blank canvas of my mind.
It was a sign of a remarkable awakening.
I walked alone with her, both free from all contaminating and intoxicating beings of the real world we have temporarily abandoned.
I felt closer to my purpose, and every element assembled itself piece by piece, like a magnet attracting iron particles in slow motion.
There was something so alluring walking on the warm desert of my subconscious.
At most liberating.
Is that how peace with myself feels?
Chronicles of Adamantyne
October 18, 2018