Baskadia

I never have the urge to take pictures of the moments I'm living, their engagement with my consciousness is enough.

The perks of being forgetful are

U only remember what got soaked in you and pierced your heart and made a permanent home in your subconsciousness.

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I can't believe I'm the closed room in a castle where nothing goes inside and a little comes outside.

There exists only a window

U think you know the world by seeing from it's perspective

But it's not like living *in* the world

You think this is time of the year when snows falls, how mesmerizing

But you're not aware of the freezing blood and shaky breaths hidden behind it ...

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Boat of my consciousness is merely floating on the water of circumstances and consequences, I'm not aware of the storm inside me neither I'm aware of the storm ahead, I lack the oars to control my way forth. I'm on the mercy of the waves, pushing me forward to the end I know nothing about.

How do you guys interpret consciousness?

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