Immolation of Becoming

Undertones of anxiety interweaves itself into the social fabric.  

Strange vibration causes us to echo through a timeline of superficiality as far back as we can remember.  

A void inside our minds, the empty space which follows us and ripples to the dance of our cravings.  

Cursed to consume until we’ve devoured every unreality in the collective consciousness of human thought.

Thought becomes a prison.

Solitary in a room full of “someones”.  

“Someone” becomes “no one”.  

“No one” stands in the center of the sacred space.  

“No one” has value.  

Value develops “no one”.

“No one” immerges again perceiving itself to be void. 

The void consumes again.   

T.C. Engelbrecht