Sleep In Peace

The line at the edge of my world is blurring. The fortress separating my real from surreal has been compromised. I live a dream, I am numbed, as I bob amid crass and perfection.

The struggle has come to an end. No more kicking. No crying for Justice. The soft sobs resonating in my head, a reminder of tears that long went dry, a reminder of the world that was, a world I knew, fast falling apart.

I can slice a piece of denseness around me. An illusion of peace, a barricade to all that resonates, the agitation and excitement alike.

What do I do with a slice of dense something? Sell peace in a Box?

If I was selling peace in a Box, if the concept was remotely possible, would you buy it!?

Are you ready for peace? Isn’t Peace stagnating? Isn’t Peace Boring? Would it be jumping the gun, to buy peace in a Box and never really know what colourful experiences the Agitation and Excitement would bring to you? Choose the blue pill from the Matrix fame, let the story end, live in your nut shell of a world, and believe in Peace or whatever you want to believe.

It is exciting to see glimpses of peace through the clouds of chaos in my head. I know though, I am not ready for the Permanence yet, not ready for that kind of calm.

Choosing such peace is choosing death, for nothing else can bring that peace. The day I have learnt it all, seen how deep the rabbit hole goes and my purpose met, is the day I will sleep in peace.