Vital Anatomy

Enslaved embodiment. The beginning of lost empowerment. it begins within the inner self. Everyone has a younger self living inside their temple. It sees to existence when fear of enjoyment presents itself. Nevertheless, when fear is at its highest point known as adrenaline. Filled at capacity intrigued by the devil himself reflecting on what took place through the eyeglass capturing each memory you reflect on when everything takes a turn for the worst. This is the end. There is nothing left to hold onto. Death is not the biggest thing that is withholding you from the excitement. It’s the thought of becoming noting that is stuck to one’s body like enticing euphoric pleasures known as a lead way to keep the mind pacing. Eurythmic monotones, heart steadily beating blood rushing. Every breathe has a beginning middle and end, to the point as to when no one questions where a slight hiccup could lead them. Bittersweet truths of life. It gives breath to very few who take it for granted. I call to it. I tell it to show me the journey I was destined to never understand the complications and the enemy’s that come along the way. Appreciating the learned lessons. In the end laying my body to rest knowing death is imprinted on me as if it is a deep sleep to overlook the long-lost memories with a loved one I truly longed for. Eminent escape from this over capacitated thing called life.