Vacuum

And the rhythm of your breath forms gentle dents in the vibrant air around you.
You move in a magnetic field.
You’ve entered a realm of wakefulness where you’re more than just human.
You’re so powerful. You create. You can create anything that you can paint in your head and it manifests.
You’re one with a frequency higher than human thought. For you can’t feel much while still holding on to mundane sanity.
Afloat and away beyond the conscious.
The line where the sky meets the ocean, where vast nothingness extends, it pulls you deep into it and with all that you are, you’re immersed in nothingness. You’re complete. You’re in a trance. Your hands gently reach up to the sky and you can feel flowers blooming in your chest. You can feel energy rising higher and higher. You can feel stronger. You can feel the depth of your existence like a never ending vacuum. Vast and crystal like. Forming tunnels of time with visions and wisdom, sculpted stagnant story statues along the way. Heat and ice and cosmic light, you’ve reached a high that’s induced by the awakening of the universe that you are.