To not be by Alyssa Conigliaro

To be nothing to erase yourself into the void of unbirth celebrates a kind of euphoric liberation from the four walls from the physical entity. Welcome to the demention deemed delusion to the blind. Beyond the real suddenly silence speaks and you the space vagabond reflect back at the world as a phantom, a conversion of colliding colors that whispers in the ears of children that posses imagination blinking in and out of their so called “reality”. Looking down, you can’t help but smirk as they question “is this it”. My god, you want them to see as you see. To watch the dreams burst into florescent flower petals and purple paper suns. This is real or as real as it gets. Feel it feel it feel the spiral of the dawn and death of time ensare you from your Self and ride the electric breath of the open mind into the mirror- then you can see, then you are nothing.