Perspective

And at that point all feeling melted into a a single wave of abstract thought, consuming all emotional comprehension in my mind.
Overwhelming simplicity filled me with its complex ideology, at that very moment in time reality itself was nothing but a theoretical concept.
Everything logical presented itself in a distant ephemeral collage of colours and perplexity,
as if its very existence was something outside of my sphere of reality it was inter-dimensional, alien and shimmered with indescribable beauty.
It was as if I was seeing the world all over again, like a blind man with renewed sight gazing his eyes over the burning horizon, I was alive again.
Flowing back and forth to the tide of distant perception I could question existence itself and  not feel the restricting weight of doubt.
Hate to me was less then a dead memory, all negativity flowed out of me in a wave of soothing tranquility the sound of its crashing waves echoed further and further into the distance as I became lost in the field of endless stars. Each one luminous with the spark of a memory, burning bright with infinite shades of passion and peace.
I rose from the shimmering stars and stood before my soul in all its breathtaking splendor, an infinite spectrum of colours danced behind it in a vibrant pool of living thought, all I've done and felt was burning bright beneath it's waters, its wondrous beauty was beyond description.
I knew at that very moment that my mind would never be the same again I couldn't possibly continue my existence within reality the same way after conceiving the abstract concept of my soul.
I then waited for the restrictive echo of reality to return with its dull and numbing visage, its cold concrete eyes stealing colour from my mind.
The only key to my doomed freedom is the realisation that all reality is conceptual of what you feel, and to maintain this level of self awareness I must hold on to the lessons it has taught me, and never let go of the thing that makes me human, imagination.