just a thought. wrote this in the middle of doing trigonometric identities today. for the archives. i will look back at this and smile, i know.

it rises, rises to the tip of my tongue, my mouth opens, just gently, just wide enough so a portal bridging the metaphysical and the physical comes alive.

and two realities exist, each bearing equal truth. there is the world as we know it, and there is the world as i have come to know. and these worlds do not collide; they do not repel, either. they fuse and glow and melt into viscous, beautiful swarms of messiness.

right now i am about to spit its remnants out; its burning taste is lodged in my throat.

but i suppose i am wiser than this. or perhaps the most foolish of them all (when all is truth, what is truth)!

and so i swallow.

and the thought plummets back into my body. my body is the store of all that could have been.