White handwritten piece of text with a stylus pen on a black and white photo of different stationeries disorderly arranged.

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Layers Of Chaos

Layers Of Chaos
Within the disorder, this chaos
I find only darkness, the emptiness,
Everything’s so confusing, nonsensical
That all I want to do is sleep and dream,
And where I eternally dream of shadows
Formless, nonliving things, unbreathing
Amidst these layers of chaos, no connections
All disentanglement, existence can’t happen
Chaos, disorder, all in shambles, unshaped
Surreally ill-defined, I dream, a bad dream
Where I’m lost, drifting, screaming mayday
So cold, so lone, the void, everlasting obscurity
Where are you all? Am I alone… alone
The nothingness… light it up! light it up!
Until that the indistinct becomes distinct
Let me fire up my first gleam, so as to see 
To order, to build parts, to create existence
And find myself, the centre of my cosmos
Within the dark, the layers of all that chaos. 

These days I’m busy with re-organising my blog posts and social-media feeds — I’m trying to figure out through experimenting what are the best days and time to publish my contents. Have to say that disorganisation always leads me astray and confuses me; my brain lags, while my mind wonders elsewhere.

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