Empire Of The Senseless

There’s only one way out, imprisonment, the confines of your own mind. You seek answers endlessly, then you release me, the agony subsides. I spend the day lying on a cold floor. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. I don’t want to move. I only want to think, to fast, to wait. I remember you. You’re walking ahead of me. All the sense of wonder dissipates before me as I find all I had been seeking in one look in your eyes. The feelings that come to life in the presence of our bodies create towering walls. It is a trap. It is the key to freedom. There was nothing to be known. I felt only your touch. We stood, steady as the stars in the woods. I planted my flesh into the earth like the roots of a tree. I gave you the key and tried to put it to words. As I began to explain what we were making, your eyes grew wide. “The key is escaping what we have been made into believing. The senses have imprisoned us in an idea. But this isn’t our idea. We are being created for another’s pleasure. If you had the courage to imprison y