Drifting Through Space

I'm blind.. I listen to my deep breathing as I drift through the darkness. It's as if I'm floating in space, but there is no cold, and there is no vacuum. The sensation is odd, because neither cold or vacuum exist, they're simply the lack of something, yet I'm without them. We drift in a state of physical comfort, numb to the world that is now and around us. We're afforded the luxury of emotional suffering and contemplation as our bodies are so fortunate not to be distracted by want and neglect. We breathe... I feel the pressures of the day tearing apart my thoughts of idealism like pages from a book. I feel the loss of friendship and validation eating away at my desire to keep moving. I feel the real risk of emotional investment with some, and the real loss with others. The exhaustion and disappointment condense in my eyes and run down my face as I try to find the bottom so I can return to my ascension. There may be a day beneath the sands of time where the surface is still transparent, and the reasons are clear. For now, it's cold frosted glass we're trying to see though. It's an end that is not only unknown to me, but to everyone else, that we're striving towards. a sick, lost people... We vibrate about doing things, and satisfying the agendas of ourselves or others completely unaware of what's going on around us. We're trying to keep this dream alive that materialism, government, safety, and religion will always be here for us. We really believe that we're entitled to something, as if we ourselves are of some significance. We trade life for time, time for money, money for things, things for space. Giving and taking to support our material comforts as we decay. How did we get here? How do we get out?

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[FocusedAmnesia]

This is a pretty good read. I feel like you don't need the "I'm blind" in the beginning, or you could tie it together at the end of the piece. Just my thought. God job:]