The Wave...

Here I am.. Alone in a vast space of epmtiness.... Trying to find my way... Through this cloud of egos... Finding myself asking these questions.... Who am i? Why am i here? Whats there to do? When you finally awakend... Were all asleep... Stuck in our own dreams.... Traped in our little circles... We try and escape... This void.... The Whiteness.. But yet the Blackness... You find yourself surrounded with... Like your own demention... Or vibration... Witch stimulates you... To be... To feel... Or Empty.... Like the Spaces Between us... We look to fill these gaps.... With our choices.... Our opinions.... Our Thoughts.... Our Actions... Our Enviorments.... And Even Our Material Form.... Witch Makes up this Expeience... I call Life... Or Being alive... Too Live.... Being Just To Be..... Is That... Witch Creates.... But Yet Destroys... This Matter... This Moment... Witch we Precieve as The Present.... The Only Now... Witch Is Like A Wave... With No Boundries... Energy Is Mass... Atoms.... Are Subatomic Movments.... This Movment Is That Witch We Be... The Wave.... With No Boundries... No Destination.... No Cause... Nor Effect... This Is The Path....