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My Violescent Sky
Notes from my evening
After two weeks of being in my house, I have finally emerged. Today I made my way to the local Starbucks with just a notebook and a pen, to relieve myself of my electronic devices and scrolling. It’s amazing how addictive today's world is. We cannot be meant to have our bodies always yearning for our urges. After succumbing to it each time, everything feels so ridiculously diluted.
But maybe these tools that stunt us can bring us to a place of relief.
Before I left, I sat, feeling uneasy. Nothing seemed to be in place; as if I existed as a parallel. The real me, who was living the life I had dreamed, existed somewhere in a distant dimension. But not far enough, because I could still feel the vibrations of a better, more vibrant life.
I stood in the hallway and observed myself. I somehow felt a separate layer of consciousness placed over me like a blanket. Faint memories of the person I used to be. A zeitgeist I thought had been completely eradicated.
As I sipped a hojicha, I turned my head and looked out the window. Surrounded me were other cafe-goers, focused on their laptops and cellphones.
I witnessed the sun depart from the sky, relieved of his duty. It was the moon’s turn now to take the stage. With this transition came colors that we humans don't deserve. The palette nature uses is extraordinary. A purity of color, a violescent sheet that clothed the entirety of the sky. I felt in that moment I was right where I was meant to be.
